| I can still remember
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| When I bought my first guitar
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| Remember just how good the feeling
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| To put it proudly in my car
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| And my family listened fifty times
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| To my two song repertoire
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| I told my mom
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| Her only son was gonna be a star
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| Bought all the Beatles records
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| I sounded just like Paul
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| I bought all the old Chuck Berry’s — 78's and all
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| I sat by my record player
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| Playing every note they played
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| I watched them all on TV
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| Making every move they made
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| Rock and roll, I gave you all
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| The best years of my life
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| All the dreamy sunny Sundays
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| All the moonlit summer nights
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| I was so busy in the backroom
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| Writing love songs to you
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| While you were changing your direction
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| And you never even knew
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| That I was always just one step behind you
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| Sixty-six seemed like the year
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| I was really going somewhere
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| We were living in San Francisco
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| With flowers in our hair
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| Singing songs of kindness
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| So the world would understand
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| To the guys and me you were something more
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| Than just another band
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| And then sixty-nine in LA
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| Came around so soon
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| We were really making headway
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| And writing lots of tunes
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| And we must have played
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| The wildest stuff that we had ever played
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| And the way the crowds cried out for us
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| We thought we had it made
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| Rock and roll, I gave you all
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| The best years of my life
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| All the crazy, lazy, young days
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| All the magic moon at night
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| I was so busy on the road
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| Singing love songs to you
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| While you were changing your direction
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| And you never even knew
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| That I was always just one step behind you
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| Seventy-one and so alone
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| When I met Susanne
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| I was trying to go it solo
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| With someone else’s band
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| She came up to me later
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| And I took her by the hand
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| And I told her all my troubles
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| And she seemed to understand
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| And she followed me to London
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| Through a hundred hotel rooms
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| Through a hundred record companies
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| Who didn’t like my tunes
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| She followed me when finally
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| I sold my old guitar
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| She tried to help me
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| Understand I’d never be a star
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| Rock and roll, I gave you
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| All the best years of my life
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| All the dreamy, sunny Sundays
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| All the moonlit summer nights
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| And though I never knew
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| The magic of making it with you
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| That I thank the Lord for giving me
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| The little bit I knew
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| And I was always just one step behind you |