| And his hand it fell behind her
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| As his arm it reached around
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| Oh and she looked at the window
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| And she watched the shade go down
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| It was a private conversation
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| No one heard her say
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| That man she left behind her
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| Was two thousand miles away
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| A-singing boy pick up that fiddle
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| Ooh and play that steel guitar
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| Ooh and find yourself a lady
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| Ooh and dance right where you are
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| Hey … Hey
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| There was a lonely girl from nowhere
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| With a smile all sweet with pain
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| And she never stopped to wonder
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| Ooh if she’d see him again
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| It was a private conversation
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| No one heard her say
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| That man that she was looking for
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| Was only twenty streets away
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| A-singing boy pick up that fiddle
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| Ooh and play that steel guitar
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| Ooh and find yourself a lady
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| Ooh and dance right where you are
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| Hey … Hey
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| And the band it just kept playing
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| Oh as she came walking in
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| Oh and he never stopped to wonder
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| Ooh if he’d see her again
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| It was a private conversation
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| No one heard him say
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| That girl he left behind him
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| Was two thousand miles away
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| He just sang boy pick up that fiddle
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| Ooh and play that steel guitar
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| Ooh and find yourself a lady
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| Ooh and dance right where you are
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| Hey … Hey
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| And the moral of this story
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| Is I guess it’s easier said than done
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| Ohh look at what you’ve been through
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| And to see what you’ve become
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| Well it’s a private conversation
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| No one hears you say
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| Well it’s a private conversation
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| Hey … Hey … Hey … Hey
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| And his hand it fell behind her
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| As his arm it reached around
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| Oh and she looked at the window
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| And she watched the shade go down
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| It was a private conversation
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| No one heard her say
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| It was a private conversation
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| No one heard her say
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| It was a private conversation
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| No one heard her say
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| It was a private conversation
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| Hey … Hey … Hey … Hey … Hey |