| Me and Joey came a long way, to hear that singer
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| Play the one that we know so well
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| He got up there and gave us the finger
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| Told me and Joey to go straight to hell
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| Me and Joey in a blacktop garden
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| A big old burnin' sun above
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| And the fires will soon be starting
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| But this ain’t no summer of love
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| Me and Joey had a good time with some farmer’s daughter
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| Left her lyin' in a muddy hole
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| You charge an arm and a leg for a bottle of water
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| Well hey, I guess that’s rock and roll
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| Me and Joey in a blacktop garden
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| A big old burnin' sun above
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| And the fires will soon be starting
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| But this ain’t no summer of love
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| Now me and Joey’s in his dad’s car, overheating
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| Two hundred miles I-95
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| Joey’s dad gives him a hell of a beatin'
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| Says we was lucky just to be alive
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| Someone’s knockin' on the back door, momma’s crying
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| And my head is hurtin' mighty bad
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| Tell you old man, and I ain’t lyin
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| Best damn time I ever had
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| Me and Joey in a blacktop garden
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| A big old burnin' sun above
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| And the fires will soon be starting
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| But this ain’t no summer of love |