| When you drive down main street in a passing car
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| There’s ain’t nothing to do that ain’t a cold, dark bar
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| Yeah that much I know
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| No neon light
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| No movie stars
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| Just the same old place
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| Where your weekend starts
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| On a Friday night
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| He does the whisky and she takes the Gin
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| Come on mama, we’re gonna do it again
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| We’ll split when the coast is clear
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| Out through the alley and the parking lot
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| Up round the back
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| To the old rooftops
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| To get a good look around
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| Oh I see
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| No big ideas
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| Boarded up shops
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| After all these years
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| In my home town
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| Yeah, you know it’s not a pretty sight
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| It’s just New London on a
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| Friday night
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| Well, he had a belly full of liquor A
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| She had his baby from that
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| One night stand
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| And then he had to go
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| He picked it up and put it down again
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| One bad habit got the best of him
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| God rest his soul
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| Shots rang out
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| And then his baby cry
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| In front of Ernie’s bar
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| All them flashing lights
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| People crowding 'round
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| Who is that laying in a pool of blood
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| Man, thank God it wasn’t one us
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| No not this time
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| Yeah, it’s just New London on a Friday night
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| A downtown strip
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| It’s got a bit of soul
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| Loneliness, that makes your heart
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| Grow cold
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| Yeah, night after night
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| A whisky river and a flood of sin
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| Well come on boys
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| Don’t let it
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| Do you in
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| Although it may try
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| There’s not need to make a fuss
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| There’s plenty of room here
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| For all of us
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| Yeah, in this small town
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| Band keeps playing 'til the final call
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| We all had too much alcohol
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| But it’s alright
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| It’s alright
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| Hey, it’s just New London on a Friday night |