| I’m holding court with the king of the camp
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| I’m a working horse, a postage stamp
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| Tune up my guitar, turn on my amp
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| I felt so sad when I got off the plane
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| I don’t wanna go to New York City again
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| Kissing you goodbye in the pissing rain
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| But if wishful thinking’s all I got
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| I keep on thinking wishful thoughts
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| Thinking wishful thoughts
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| I wish you were here, but you’re not
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| I feel like a sailor lost on the seas
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| Catching a cold, maybe catching a breeze
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| Standing on the prairie looking for trees
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| Rock and roll’s wrapped ‘round me as tight as a noose
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| And from the front of the train you can’t see the caboose
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| In northern New Brunswick watch out for the moose
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| It’s a long, long way to Winnipeg
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| And I ain’t too proud to shake a leg
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| Sing for my supper, break me an egg
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| Cds for sale at the back of the hall
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| Buy one, buy ‘em all
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| Couple bucks cheaper than they are at the mall
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| Thank you, good night, we’ll be back in the fall!
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| Seasons come and season go
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| Nobody wants to end the rock n’roll show
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| Look at you, love, you got that Golden Glow
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| North of the sun and south of the snow
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| No particular destination, no particular plant to grow
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| Buckle up baby, let’s rock down the road
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| Highway white lines are freakin’me out
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| Wondering what your doin', are you out and about?
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| Gettin’lost, gettin’lost, gettin’lost
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| Gettin’lost on the paper on my paper route
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| Guitar’s singing a song for free:
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| «Why's everybody always picking on me?»
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| Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee |