| I guess I tried to show you how
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| I’d take the crowd with my guitar
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| And business men would clap their hands
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| And clip another fat cigar
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| And publishers would spread the news
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| And print my music far and wide
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| And all the kids who played the blues
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| Would learn my licks with a bottle neck slide
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| But now it seems the bubble’s burst
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| Although you know there was a time
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| When love songs gathered in my head
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| With poetry in every line
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| And strong men strove to hold the doors
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| While with my friends I passed the age
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| When people stomped on dirty floors
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| Before I trod the rock’n’roll stage
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| I’ll thank the man who’s on the 'phone
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| And if he has the time to spend
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| The problem I’ll explain once more
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| And indicate a sum to lend
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| That ten percent is now a joke
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| Maybe thirty, even thirty-five
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| I’ll say my daddy’s had a stroke
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| He’d have one now, if he only was alive
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| I like the way you look at me You’re laughing too down there inside
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| I took my chance and you took yours
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| You crewed my ship, we missed the tide
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| I like the way the music goes
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| There’s a few good guys who can play it right
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| I like the way it moves my toes
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| Just say when you want to go and dance all night… |