| Don Lowance, the man who plays guitar with me, and I
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| Were born in a small town
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| And we kinda think it was a different sort of small
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| Town because in our town, we had a dragon and people
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| Used to make up stories about the dragon
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| Sinse the stories were made up most of them started:
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| «Once upon a time, there was a very friendly dragon»
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| Except people didn’t have any way of knowing that the
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| Dragon was friendly so they shot at him with guns and
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| Threw rocks at him. |
| And the dragon being a sort of a
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| Poor sport, he ate a lot of those people up
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| Now, the dragon was messing up their senses, something
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| Fierce until one day he wandered into the store that
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| Sold spirits, and after making a fast brunch of the
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| Owner and four emplyees, he broke into this wine
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| Barrel
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| And that did it, from that day on the dragon was not
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| Only a friendly dragon, he was a happy friendly dragon
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| And now all he does is walk up and down the streets of
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| Our small town and tap people on their shoulders and
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| Ask them for a little change so he can buy some of that
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| Stuff that he likes better than people
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| Buddy can you spare a dime
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| For a little glass of wine
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| Buddy don’t you pity me
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| Just one drink then I’ll be
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| In a world all my own
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| The only place I call home
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| Where no hurt can get to me
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| And no one but me can see
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| Pretty flowers dance and sing
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| Laughter is a common thing
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| Where no hate has ever been
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| 'Cause I won’t let it in
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| By the warm purple flame
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| Every little grape calls my name
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| As it climbs on the fire
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| And makes the fire burn higher
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| Higher than it’s ever been
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| Time and space mean nothing then
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| I fall about a mile or two
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| So pardon me if I ask you
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| Buddy can you spare a dime
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| And that’s the story of the little town that Don and I
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| Was born in and our dragon, fairly strange story |