| You always said I wouldn’t stay
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| I guess you saw the way
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| Before it all began
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| I’ve always been a changin' train
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| And when you think on this
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| You might forgive me then
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| Thanks for Chicago Mr James
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| And all the shiny suits
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| And all the shining names
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| The things a country boy can’t grace
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| Without the look of shame
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| Upon a city face
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| And you needed more
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| Than the smile I wore
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| You picked me up on my way down
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| The dusty one horse town
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| I won’t forget the jail
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| The mayor’s wife and Cadillac
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| The sheriff on my back
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| 'Til you put up the bail
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| Thanks for Chicago Mr James
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| You got a lot of grace
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| But you’re an empty place
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| The dawn falls hard upon my face
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| I’ll move as I began
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| Thru' fields without a plan
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| Thanks for Chicago Mr James
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| That world of grey and gold
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| That watched you growing old
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| The things I never saw I see
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| To think that I’m still free
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| And I’m not feeling cold |