| In this town everybody’s trying
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| To get a piece of everybody else
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| It gets hard to tell a real friend from a fake one
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| So many promises, favors, and lies
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| Most of the city wears a good disguise
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| And even I too have been known to wear one
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| As the saying goes, it’s not who you know
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| But it’s who you blow that’ll put you in the show
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| And if that’s not the case, I hear you pay 'em
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| But I don’t come easy and I’m flat broke
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| So I guess it’s me who gets the joke
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| Maybe I’d be smarter if I played dumb
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| I can’t count all the times I’ve been had
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| Now I know much better than to let that make me mad
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| I don’t let none of that get me down
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| From what I’ve found, this town gets around
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| Well the very first manager I had
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| He was old enough he could have been my dad
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| He took me out for drinks and talked a big talk
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| He said, «Darling, sign on the dotted line
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| Kiss my cheek and drink this wine
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| But if you walk on me, then you can just walk»
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| I can’t count all the times I’ve been had
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| Now I know much better than to let that make me mad
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| I don’t let none of that get me down
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| From what I’ve found, this town gets around
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| When I first came here the streets were paved with gold
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| And you can walk that road, I’ve been told
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| But I won’t put out or be controlled
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| I don’t write the shit that gets bought and sold
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| Ask any man, he might know
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| Who used to live on Music Row
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| That was then and this is now
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| And he told me this town gets around
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| From what I’ve found this town gets around |