| I paid a visit to a country pub, it was a winter Saturday night
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| When I walked in the lights were dim but the bar was packed out tight
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| Up on the stage in the spotlight, singin' those country tunes
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| I caught his eye, I realized he was someone that I once knew
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| He took a break, I said: «G'day mate
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| I haven’t seen you for a while
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| I thought you gave up years ago when heavy metal came in style.»
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| He just smiled and winked at me
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| He said: «My second life’s begun
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| I’m out of retirement, I’m workin' on the country run.»
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| Now he’s an old rock 'n roller playin' country tunes
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| He don’t screech to heavy metal guitar
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| He don’t go on rappin' off like a goon
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| He’s livin' out his golden years doin' what he likes to do
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| He’s an old rock 'n roller playin' country tunes
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| Back on the stage, he was singin' again
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| I watched the way he handled the crowd
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| 'Twas a far far cry from the city pub where he used to play so loud
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| And then he lowered his voice and tone and mesmerized the room
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| He got us all singin' with a good old country tune
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| Yeah, he’s an old rock 'n roller playin' country tunes
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| He don’t screech to heavy metal guitar
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| He don’t go on rappin' off like a goon
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| He’s livin' out his golden years doin' what he likes to do
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| He’s an old rock 'n roller playin' country tunes
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| (Yeah!)
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| He’s an old rock 'n roller playin' country tunes
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| He don’t screech to heavy metal guitar
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| He don’t go on rappin' off like a goon
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| He’s livin' out his golden years doin' what he likes to do
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| He’s an old rock 'n roller playin' country tunes
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| He’s an old rock 'n roller playin' country tunes
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| (That's right) |