| You moved up near the winery
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| I’m down by the oil refinery
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| You left my rags for his riches
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| Left a note best wishes
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| Our cats still go out at night
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| Cooling in the moonlight
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| And the lights of Martinez
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| Scattered on the Carquinez
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| I play guitar 'til morning light
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| Alone with it I’ve built my life
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| Made some lovers through my skills
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| Some have lasted, other just filled time
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| Remembering you there with me
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| Taking walks along the sea
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| Years fly by cursing us
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| End of summer, end of fall, winter, spring
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| Listening to Almeida play pavane for a dead princess
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| Tárrega and Albéniz and his own discantus
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| Santos versus Benítez
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| Espada versus Cuevas
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| Ray Leonard versus Durán, no more no more
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| My TV glows, my ceiling fan hums
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| Iron Mike broke bones
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| Julian Bream played the chaconne
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| Bobby Fischer took rooks
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| Smoking Joe threw hooks
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| Robert Burns wrote poems
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| Ed Gein dug bones
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| Martin Luther had a dream
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| You never did anything
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| You’re up there in the vineyards
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| Using some pretty words
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| You eat at French Laundry
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| Burning through money
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| And I’m here eating pistachio nuts
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| Over by the Taco truck
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| Scribbling words on receipts
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| Just go on and repeat
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| I walk along the service stops
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| And the antique shops
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| Come home every evening
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| Hear the dogs howling |