| We played the garden in New York City
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| We rocked the house down in New Orleans
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| We think about the ones we lost along the way
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| As we’re rolling down the road with Mr. Breeze
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| I have seen a million faces
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| All staring back at me
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| And every night we hear them singing Alabama
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| And I feel the spirits standing next to me
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| Woh-woh-woh, they’re still with us
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| Woh-woh-woh, we’re never alone
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| Out here on '75 keepin' the dream alive
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| Highway brothers and midnight riders
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| We’re the last of the street survivors
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| From California to Carolina
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| Overseas back to Tennessee
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| Standing here on the stage I wanna testify
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| They got the music never went away
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| Woh-woh-woh, they’re still with us
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| Woh-woh-woh, we’re never alone
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| Out here on '75 keepin' the dream alive
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| Highway brothers and midnight riders
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| We’re the last of the street survivors
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| Woh-woh-woh, they’re still with us
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| Woh-woh-woh, we’re never alone
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| Out here on '75 keepin' the dream alive
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| Highway brothers and midnight riders
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| Yeah, highway brothers and midnight riders
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| We’re all just street survivors
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| Yeah, survivors |