| I heard him singin' in a local dive
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| Where the sun shines inside out
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| Where people go and stay a little while
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| Some folks listen and others don’t
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| But everyone is there waitin' to hear what they can take
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| To make their lives a little better
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| One man caught my ear and I let go of my hands
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| I couldn’t help myself but try to listen
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| To songs about dancin' in everybody’s shoes
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| And colors of the rainbow all shaded with the blues
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| Now what do people do when they do what they do
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| Why do people say what they say anyway
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| Tomorrow mornin’s comin' soon
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| Tomorrow mornin’s comin' soon
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| Cigarettes and simple smiles
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| Booze and calculated frowns
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| The crowd was a doin' the right thing
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| They came in here to hear one man sing
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| The soul of his voice was familiar to the marrow
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| My heart turned loose of my head
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| And the pain in my chest it stopped just a second
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| But that was enough
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| One man singin' was enough
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| Now what do people do when they do what they do
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| Why do people say what they say anyway
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| Tomorrow mornin’s comin' soon
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| Tomorrow mornin’s comin' soon |