| Mama’s arms used to hold me
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| How it helped when I went wrong
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| The other women in my life
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| Helped me sing the hurtin' song
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| This old piano is my best friend
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| The old stage is my home
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| Ya' think I’ve got it made, friend?
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| Well let me show you where you’re wrong
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| Change places with me
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| Just let me sit at your table
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| I’ll pretend that I’m you
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| Then I can do the things
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| That you so freely do
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| Pretend that you’re me
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| And sing 'em all them old sad songs
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| You stand accused
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| Let the world look at you
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| Change places with me
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| Ya gotta play that old piano
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| Sing the songs they want to hear
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| At first it won’t come easy
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| I’ve been doing it for years
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| Ya gotta sing them songs with feelin', son
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| After all the feeling’s gone
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| Ya think I’ve got it made friend
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| Well, let me show you where you’re wrong
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| Change places with me
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| Just let me sit at your table
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| I’ll pretend that I’m a-you
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| Then I can do the things
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| That you so freely do
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| Pretend that you’re me
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| Sing them old sad songs
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| Brother, you stand accused
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| Let the world look at you
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| Change places with me
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| Hey, brother you stand accused
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| Let the world look at you
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| Change places with me. |