| When I was a boy
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| About sixteen years old
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| I met a hip girl
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| Who said she was soul
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| But was a sly one
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| From some other town
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| So I took her out there
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| But I just couldn’t share
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| The kind of high class
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| She was talking
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| She wanted to be a groupie
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| Hey, hey
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| I’m going away to Delaney
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| Come on with me
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| There’s a place in my car
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| You can ride just as far
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| You won’t see another sight
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| Hey, hey
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| I’m on my way to Delaney
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| Come along with me
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| You’re gonna stay here no more
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| I’m gonna be there for some time
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| The silence told her
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| We’re a rock and roll truck
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| Keep a lotta track
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| An old guitar hanging down
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| She said sorry friend
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| I got nothing to lose
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| But when I see your guitar
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| I know I choose
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| And she sang the blues
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| Rocking down the valley
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| Hey, hey
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| I’m going away to Delaney
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| Come on with me
|
| There’s a place in my car
|
| You can ride just as far
|
| You won’t see another sight
|
| Hey, hey
|
| I’m on my way to Delaney
|
| Come along with me
|
| You’re gonna stay here no more
|
| I’m gonna be there for some time
|
| Hey, hey
|
| I’m going away to Delaney
|
| Come on with me
|
| There’s a place in my car
|
| You can ride just as far
|
| You won’t see another sight
|
| Hey, hey
|
| I’m on my way to Delaney
|
| Come along with me
|
| You’re gonna stay here no more
|
| I’m gonna be there for some time
|
| I’m gonna stay here no more
|
| I’m gonna be there for some time
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| I’m gonna stay here no more
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| I’m gonna be there for some time. |