| Well I lived next door to royalty
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| A skinny little kid just like me
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| We’d go hunt down the honeybees
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| Back in the days gone by
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| His daddy had a car that would go sometimes
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| That’d engine roar, he’d let us ride
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| Barbed wire fences flying far behind
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| Back in the days gone by
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| Tupelo rest my soul
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| Take me to the river
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| I’ve been delivered
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| Into the hands that reach to hold
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| Tupelo rock n roll
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| Sing it in the kitchen
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| And pass the ammunition
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| Turn all your tears of blue to gold
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| I was a Pepsi Cola factory man
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| Made my living with my own two hands
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| That skinny kid moved up to graceland
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| Back in the days gone by
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| We slept beneath our hopes and wishes
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| Forty two years, me and the missus
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| My memories are my greatest riches
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| From back in the days gone by
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| Tupelo rest my soul
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| Take me to the river
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| I’ve been delivered
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| Into the hands that reach to hold
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| Tupelo rock n roll
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| Sing it in the kitchen
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| And pass the ammunition
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| Turn all your tears of blue to gold
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| Time moves on like a melody
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| And I can hear those memories sing
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| Time moves on like a melody
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| And I can hear those memories sing
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| Time moves on like a melody
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| And I can hear those memories sing
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| Time moves on like a melody
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| And I can hear those memories sing
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| Tupelo rest my soul
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| Take me to the river
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| I’ve been delivered
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| Into the hands that reach to hold
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| Tupelo rock n roll
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| Sing it in the kitchen
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| And pass the ammunition
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| Turn all your tears of blue to gold
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| Turn all your tears of blue to gold
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| Turn all your tears of blue to gold |