| We left New York City, with nuthin' but a song
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| She’ll be coming' 'round the mountain when she comes
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| We wound up in Woodstock, at an old time jamboree
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| Came to see the man behind the drums
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| Levon digs the doghouse, playing in The Band
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| When he locks in to that backbeat it ain’t hard to understand
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| Get your body movin', celebrate your soul
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| Levon digs the doghouse, that’s sho-nuff rock and roll
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| Son of a plain dirt farmer, from southeast Arkansas
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| He was born in a bare ramblin' shoe
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| Up and down the highway, and all around the world
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| Laying down the rhythm and the blues
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| Levon digs the doghouse, playing in The Band
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| When he locks in to that backbeat it ain’t hard to understand
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| Get your body movin', celebrate your soul
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| Levon digs the doghouse, that’s sho-nuff rock and roll
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| We were hangin' from the rafters, singing every song
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| That big barn band was hot as it could be
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| Up there in the spotlight, the man behind the drums
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| Was takin' all the load off for you and me
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| Levon digs the doghouse, playing in The Band
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| When he locks in to that backbeat it ain’t hard to understand
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| Get your body movin', celebrate your soul
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| Levon digs the doghouse, that’s sho-nuff rock and roll
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| Yea, Levon digs the doghouse, that’s sho-nuff rock and roll |