| Well, babe, you could be a standing in my kitchen
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| Or floating on your back in a deep blue sea
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| A wiser is the man who seeks new visions
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| And tries to keep his heart and mind toll-free
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| Look away, oh, Lord, look away, yeah
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| Look away, oh, Lord, look away
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| A running along, peeking down hole and alley
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| Just tryin' to find the Gospel, don’t you know
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| I heared the sound of a cryin' down in the valley
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| But what is there is only sticks and stones
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| Look away, oh, Lord, look away, yeah
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| Look away, oh, Lord, look away
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| (GUITAR SOLO)
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| A checking it out in town I’m feeling lonely
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| You know that some of them women sure look good
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| A checking it up and down, now you should have told me
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| There ain’t no pretty things in my neighborhood
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| Look away, oh, Lord, look away, yeah
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| Look away, oh, Lord, look away
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| (short GUITAR SOLO)
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| Look awaaay
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| Look awaaay
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| Look awaaay |