| A thousand miles we drove the jangle, to the land of the setting sun
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| And dark stood the air on the candle, it played every gig but one
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| And as I walked into the back room I felt a shiver down my spine
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| The memory takes me back every time
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| Went down to the crossroads, and chased these lonely blues away
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| So I’m standing in the shadow as he played
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| And now that I can see him here
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| I believe every note that he plays
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| Was like dancing with the ghost of Stevie Ray
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| There’s a sign across the door way, just turn the light off as you go
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| He only plays in darkness, he only plays a solo show
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| But you don’t need a ticket
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| You don’t need to walk on the line
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| He’ll take you where the sun don’t ever shine
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| Went down to the crossroads, and chased these lonely blues away
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| So I’m standing in the shadow as he played
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| And now that I can see him here
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| I believe every note that he plays
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| Was like dancing with the ghost of Stevie Ray
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| Going down to the crossroads, and chased these lonely blues away
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| So I’m standing in the shadow as he played
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| And now that I can see him here
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| I believe every note that he plays
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| It’s like I’m dancing with the ghost of Stevie Ray
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| I was dancing with the ghost of Stevie Ray
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| I was dancing with the ghost of Stevie Ray |