| This old town ain’t been the same
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| Since this old boys been gone
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| Lord I still got some good friends
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| But I feel so all alone
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| All I hear is disco
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| See pretty boys with high heels on
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| Well some people sure hate me
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| An the police dog me round
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| Well the only place I’m welcome
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| Is on the west side of town
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| Lord I’m on their wanted posters
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| I can’t show my face in town
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| Play this one for south side…
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| Jacksonville, I love you
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| But you don’t want me around
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| Jacksonville, you raised me
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| And this is where I got my sound
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| Although I’m your outlaw
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| I still love my hometown, all around
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| Ahh this is for the west side boys.
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| This old town ain’t been the same
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| Since your native sons been gone
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| Lord, I still got some old friends
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| But I am so all alone
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| All I hear is the disco
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| See pretty boys with high heels on
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| Well you can keep your disco
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| Pretty boys with high heels on |