| When I was a young boy
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| My mama said to me
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| Your daddy’s leaving home today
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| I think he’s gone to stay
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| We packed up all our bags
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| And drove out to Winnipeg
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| When we got to Winnipeg
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| I checked in to school
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| I wore white bucks on my feet
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| When I learned the golden rule
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| The punches came fast and hard
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| Lying on my back in the school yard
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| Don’t be denied, don’t be denied
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| Well pretty soon I met a friend
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| He played guitar
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| We used to sit on the steps at school
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| And dream of being stars
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| We started a band
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| We played all night
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| Oh Canada
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| We played all night
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| I really hate to leave you now
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| But to stay just wouldn’t be right
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| Down in Hollywood
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| We played so good
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| The businessmen crowded around
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| They came to hear the golden sound
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| There we were on the Sunset Strip
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| Playing our songs for the highest bid
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| We played all night
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| The price was right
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| Well, all that glitters isn’t gold
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| I know you’ve heard that story told
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| And I’m a pauper in a naked disguise
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| A millionaire through a business man’s eyes
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| Oh friend of mine
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| Don’t be denied |