| I’m backing up the lorry, can’t wait for night to come
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| I’m sweeping out the back yard on a Friday afternoon
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| We’ll gather round the players and we’ll head off for the stars
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| Pack the van with poetry, drums and the guitars
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| We’ll take Billy for the whisky, Willie for the door
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| We’ll take Mary Kate and Lizzy for the dancing round the floor
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| We’ll turn this empty hall into a city full of lights
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| And lift the summer spirits through the passing of the night
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| There was laughing, and there were tears
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| There were so many shattered hopes and dreams
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| But there was treasure and 40 years
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| In the place where the rivers run
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| We’ll hammer on the two-step, we’ll lay it on the snare
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| Romancing the accordion, waltzing out the aires
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| These sacred swaying anthems, within our lover’s grasp
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| Stripping down the willow to the footsteps of the past
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| There was laughing, and there were tears
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| There were so many shattered hopes and dreams
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| But there was treasure and 40 years
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| In the place where the rivers run
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| We were kings and queens, the reels go round
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| It’s the badge of our culture, say it loud
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| And it’s all in the gift of the young and the proud
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| In the place where the rivers run
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| We’re loading out the back door, now the hour is come
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| Driving through the black hills with the red and rising sun
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| There’s a river and a distance, far as eyes can see
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| Home by Kyle and Broadford round by Memphis Tennessee
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| There was laughing, and there were tears
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| There were so many shattered hopes and dreams
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| But there was treasure and 40 years
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| In the place where the rivers run
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| In the place where the rivers run
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| In the place where the rivers run |