| I was nothin' but a city boy
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| My trumpet was my only toy
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| I've been blowin' my horn
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| Since I knew I was born
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| But there ain't nobody wants to know
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| I've been
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| Sleepin' on the sidewalk
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| Rollin' down the road
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| I may get hungry
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| But I sure don't want to go home
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| So round the corner comes a limousine
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| And the biggest grin I've ever seen
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| Come on sonny won't you sign
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| Right along the dotted line
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| What you sayin' Are you playin'
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| Sure you don't mean me?
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| Sleepin' on the sidewalk
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| Rollin' down the road
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| I may get hungry
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| But I sure don't wanna go home
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| (tell you what happened. . .)
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| They took me to a room without a table
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| They said "blow your trumpet into here"
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| I played around as well as I was able
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| And soon we had the record of the year
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| I was a legend all through the land
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| I was blowin' to a million fans
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| Nothin' was a-missin'
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| All the people want to listen
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| You'd have thought I was a happy man
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| And I was
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| Sleepin' like a princess
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| Never touch the road
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| I don't get hungry
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| And I sure don't want to go home
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| (have to have some fun. . .)
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| Now they tell me that I ain't so fashionable
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| An' I owe the man a million bucks a year
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| So I told 'em where to stick the fancy label
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| It's just me and the road from here
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| Back to playin' and layin'
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| I'm back on the game
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| Sleepin' on the sidewalk
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| Rollin' down the road
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| I sure get hungry and I
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| Sure do wanna go home
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| (Yeah) |