| Railway tracks running past the door
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| Just one chair and a concrete floor
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| Rusty cars in a council yard
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| Star cafe and a union bar
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| Life just shifted to another plain
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| Nothing will ever be the same
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| A million miles from those country roads
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| But that’s the life and so it goes
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| The wild west end
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| With your wild best friend
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| Not a lot to see
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| In the gallery
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| World of glass a world of stone
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| Not the place you want to be alone
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| Bluesmen cruise from show to show
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| Through the streets of Buffalo
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| Jack Daniels in a downtown bar
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| Playing tunes on a blonde guitar
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| Now it all seems so long ago
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| But that’s the life and so it goes
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| The wild west end
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| With your wild best friend
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| Not a lot to see
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| In the gallery
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| Now we’re dancing to a different tune
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| Under the glow of Harvest Moon
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| In your heart dreams are made
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| Time moves fast and memories fade
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| I still remember the ice and snow
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| On the streets of Buffalo
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| There’s so much we’ll never know
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| But that’s the life and so it goes
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| The wild west end
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| With your wild best friend
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| Not a lot to see
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| In the gallery |