| Tonight’s the night,
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| tonight’s the night
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| Tonight’s the night,
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| tonight’s the night
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| Tonight’s the night,
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| tonight’s the night
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| Tonight’s the night,
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| tonight’s the night.
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| Bruce Berry was a working man
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| He used to load that Econoline van.
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| A sparkle was in his eye
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| But his life was in his hands.
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| Well, late at night
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| when the people were gone
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| He used to pick up my guitar
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| And sing a song in a shaky voice
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| That was real as the day was long.
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| Tonight’s the night, yes it is,
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| tonight’s the night
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| Tonight’s the night, yes it is,
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| tonight’s the night.
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| Early in the mornin'
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| at the break of day
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| He used to sleep
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| until the afternoon.
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| If you never heard him sing
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| I guess you won’t too soon.
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| 'Cause people let me tell you
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| It sent a chill
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| up and down my spine
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| When I picked up the telephone
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| And heard that he’d died
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| out on the mainline.
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| Tonight’s the night,
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| tonight’s the night
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| Tonight’s the night,
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| tonight’s the night.
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| Bruce Berry was a working man
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| He used to load that Econoline van.
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| Well, early in the morning
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| at just about the break of day
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| He used to sleep
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| until the afternoon.
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| Tonight’s the night, yes it is,
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| tonight’s the night
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| Tonight’s the night,
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| tonight’s the night
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| Tonight’s the night,
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| tonight’s the night
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| Tonight’s the night,
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| tonight’s the night. |