| Around the time of 'clambake'
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| Movie number twenty-five
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| You and the lying dutchman
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| Are still in overdrive
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| You’re as strong as when you started
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| Mississippi in your soul
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| You can still be marlon brando
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| And the king of rock and roll
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| It isn’t just the records
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| No, you must have hollywood
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| The songs alone are not enough
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| That much is understood
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| You’ll soon be back in memphis
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| Maybe then you’ll know what to do The storylines they’re giving you
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| Are just not ringing true
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| Oh, it’s a ways to go Back to Tupelo
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| When you’re young and beautiful
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| Your dreams are all ideals
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| Later on it’s not the same
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| Lord, everything is real
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| Sixteen hundred miles of highway
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| Roll back to the truth
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| And a song to give your mother
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| In your first recording booth
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| Around the time of 'clambake'
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| That old dream’s still rolling on Sometimes there’ll be the feeling
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| Things are going wrong
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| The morning star is fading
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| Lord, the mississippi’s cold
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| You can still be marlon brando
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| And the king of rock and roll
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| But it’s a ways to go Back to Tupelo |