| November came and went
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| Like a summer that I spent
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| With a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes
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| I returned to my home
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| With a heart part made of stone
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| And I cried all night for a girl I never knew
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| From the east it comes
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| Her love and the rising sun
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| And I pray each time they come, it’s not the last
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| You see I’ve got strong
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| I made it through what came along
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| But I can’t move on for the beauty of the past
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| Came across a pretty girl
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| For about a month she was my world
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| And I held her hand, and swore we’d never part
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| I moved on, she stayed behind
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| I said I’d call, she said she’d write
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| We lost touch the moment I drove off
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| I left town like a gambler with
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| The sense of cashin' all the chips
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| Before I lost them all on a bad deal
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| I made believe I was in a race
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| Drove ten thousand miles in seven days
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| While writing a book called «Being A Free Man»
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| Met more people than the president
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| The good times came and the good times went
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| And I learned how to ignore my hunger pains
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| I looked ahead to the open road, thought about the people and what they know
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| And wrote a book called «People Don’t Know Nothin»
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| (no matter what they tell ya, man)
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| Once I spent my last dime
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| And counted the ratio of miles to time
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| I looked up to my disdain and my surprise
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| I had driven my car around the world
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| Ended back in the town with the girl
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| So I wrote a book called «Life in Prison»
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| (Volume. 1)
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| I see that girl every now and then
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| And we drink to having such good friends
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| And apologize for the way it did not last
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| Funny thing that it’s all true
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| And I’ll always love November Blue
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| But I turned her down for the beauty of the past
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| November came and went
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| Like a summer that I spent
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| With a no name girl that walked in jelly shoes
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| I returned to my home
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| With a heart part made of stone
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| And I cried all night for a girl I never knew |