| Well, Ill tell you one thing that I know
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| You dont face your demons down
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| You got to grab 'em jack
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| And pin 'em to the ground
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| The Devil may care and maybe God he won’t
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| Better make sure, you check on the 'Dos' and the 'Donts'
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| Crawl up the mountain
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| To reach where the eagles fly
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| Sure you can glimpse from the mountaintop
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| Where the soul of the muse might rise
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| And if you put it all together
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| You won’t have to look around
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| You know you cast
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| A long shadow on the ground
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| Then one day, I could tell my tracks
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| By the holes in the soles of my shoes
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| And that the day I said
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| Im gonna make the news
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| And falling back in the garden
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| Of days so long ago
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| Somewhere in the memory
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| The sun shines on you boy
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| Playing in the Arroyos
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| Where the American rivers flow
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| From the Appalachians
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| Down to the Delta Roads
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| A man can’t think so long
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| His brain could well explode
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| Theres trains running through the junctions
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| A King comes down the road
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| And if you put it all together
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| You won’t have to look around
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| You know you cast
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| A long shadow on the ground
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| Listen to the Country 'The Night Jar and the Bell'
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| Listen to the Night Streamliner
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| Sounding like the wolves of Hell
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| Head for the water, the water of the cleansing spell
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| It was always our destination
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| On the express of the Neer Do Wells
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| And we rock through Madison City
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| And we didn’t even know she was there
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| And when we hit the Buffers in Memphis
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| And Beale street didn’t have no prayer
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| I hear punks talk of anarchy, I hear hobos on the railroad
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| I hear mutterings on the chain-gangs
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| It was those men who built the roads
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| And if you put it all together
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| You didn’t even once relent
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| You cast a long shadow
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| And that is your testament
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| Somewhere in my soul, there’s always rock and roll |