| That picture hangin' on the wall
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| Was painted by a friend
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| He gave it to me all down and out
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| When he owed me ten
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| Now it doesn’t look like much I guess
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| But it’s all that’s left of him
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| And it sure is nice from right over here
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| When the light’s a little dim
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| Step inside my house Babe
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| I’ll sing for you a song
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| I’ll tell you 'bout where I’ve been
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| It shouldn’t take too long
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| I’ll show you all the things I own
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| My treasures you might say
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| Couldn’t be more’n ten dollars worth
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| But they brighten up my day
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| Here’s a book of poems I got
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| From a girl I used to know
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| I guess I read it front to back
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| Fifty times or so
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| It’s all about the good life
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| And stayin' at ease with the world
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| It’s funny how I love that book
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| And I never loved that girl
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| Hold this piece of glass
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| Up to the light comin' through the door
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| It’s a prism glass I found on the road
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| Can you see that little rainbow
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| Well it’s not really a prism I guess
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| It just broke in a funny way
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| I found it on my way from Texas
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| Headed for L.A.
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| This guitar was given me
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| By old man Thomas Gray
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| It’s not too much to look at
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| But I pick it every day
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| It’s been across the country
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| Four or five times I guess
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| Between me and old man Tom
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| It never got much rest
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| Well that’s about all I own
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| And all I care to I guess
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| Except this pair of boots
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| And that funny yellow vest
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| And that leather jacket and leather bag
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| And hat hangin' on the wall
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| Just so it’s not too much to carry
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| Could I see you again next Fall
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| GUY CLARK SAYS «STEP INSIDE THIS HOUSE»
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| IS THE FIRST SONG HE EVER WROTE;
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| IT HAD NEVER BEEN RECORDED.
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| I LEARNT IT FROM ERIC TAYLOR.
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| -- LYLE (from the Step Inside This House CD booklet)
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| Below are all the differences I could find
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| between Guy Clark’s original lyrics
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| and the way Lyle sings the song.
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| Lyle’s changes are in italics.
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| Step inside this house girl
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| I’ll sing for you a song
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| I’ll tell you 'bout just where I’ve been
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| It shouldn’t take too long
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| I’ll show you all the things that I own
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| My treasures you might say
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| Couldn’t be more than ten dollars worth
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| They brighten up my day
|
| This book of poems was given me
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| By a girl I used to know
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| I guess I read it front to back
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| Fifty times or so
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| Now you hold this piece of glass
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| Up to the light that’s shinin' through the door
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| It’s a prism glass I found it on the road
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| Can’t you see that tiny rainbow
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| It’s not really a prism I guess
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| It just kinda broke a funny way
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| I was on my way through Houston
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| And I was headed for L.A.
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| This guitar was given me
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| By old man Thomas Gray
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| It’s not too much to look at
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| But I play it every day
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| Well that’s just about all I own
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| And All I care to I guess
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| Except this pair of boots maybe
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| And that funny yellow vest
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| And that leather jacket and that leather bag
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| And that hat hangin' on the wall
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| Just so it’s not too much to carry babe
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| Could I see you again next fall |