| There’s cowboys that still sit with their backs to the wall
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| Does a drifter still hear the high winds when they call
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| Do the hobo’s still eat pork and beans in a tin
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| Does a sailor still cast his precious faith to the wind
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| Are the villains in black hats, still I see hero’s in white
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| Are the sock hops rocking and rolling Saturday nights
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| Would a forty-nine Mercury would it still be out of sight
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| That was the way it was then
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| Ever night my loving honey I was James Dean
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| Slow walking, soft talking, silently me
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| Surely the rebel and me lives again
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| All for the cause you’ll be all caught up in
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| Well it’s a quarter till ten honey, ole killer’s lying here in bed
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| Spinning those old records memories lingering in my head
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| You know the times were so good I remember songs so sad
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| For the game I used to play it ain’t good, it ain’t bad
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| There’s a woman I remember by the way what was her name
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| We made love, we made love in one hell of a rain
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| Baby ten minutes how time flew back then
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| It will never be that way again
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| Never be that way again
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| Elvis Presley, James Dean, ole rocking Jerry Lee |