| This guy walked into a bar one night
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| Said his name was Waylon Payne
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| Had an Elvis kind of swagger
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| Just a guitar to his name
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| He was rough around the edges
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| But he sang just like a bird
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| So we wrote some songs in Hollywood
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| And made a record no one heard
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| Turn em up and dim the lights
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| Hes gonna take us for a ride down memory lane tonight
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| Y’all get your whiskeys and raise em high
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| Here’s to every shooting star that never got to shine
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| Its guys like Townes Van Zandt and Guy Clark
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| They never really made it big but they sure left a mark
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| With those poetry laced melodies, on all of us
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| God bless the boys from Texas for sticking to their guns
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| Turn em up, dim the lights
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| They’re gonna take us for a ride down memory lane tonight
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| Y’all get your whiskeys and raise em high
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| Here’s to every shooting star that never got to shine
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| There was a time I thought I was born to burn so bright
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| Maybe I was, maybe in another life
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| All I know is this old road ain’t always as it seems
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| One wrong turn might take you right to where you’re supposed to be
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| Turn em up and dim the lights
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| Hes gonna take us for a ride down memory lane tonight
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| Y’all get your whiskeys and raise em high
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| Here’s to every shooting star that never got to shine
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| Turn em up and dim the lights
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| Hes gonna take us for a ride down memory lane tonight
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| Y’all get your whiskeys and raise em high
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| Here’s to every shooting star that never got to shine |