| I can still remember when I bought my first guitar
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| Remember just how good the feeling was, put it proudly in my car
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| And my family listened fifty times to my two song repertoire
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| And I told my mum her only son was gonna be a star
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| Bought all the Beatle records, sounded just like Paul
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| Bought all the old Chuck Berry’s, 78's and all
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| And I sat by my record player, playin' every note they played
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| And I watched them all on TV, makin every move they made
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| Rock and roll, I gave you all the best years of my life
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| All the dreamy sunny Sundays, all the moon-lit summer nights
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| I was so busy in the back room writin' love songs to you
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| While you were changin' your direction and you never even knew
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| That I was always, just one step behind you.
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| ‘66 seemed like the year I was really goin' somewhere
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| We were living in San Francisco, with flowers in our hair
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| Singing songs of kindness so the world would understand
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| But the guys and me were something more than just another band
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| And then '69 in LA, came around so soon
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| We were really making headway and writing lots of tunes
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| And we must have played the wildest stuff we had ever played
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| The way the crowds cried out for us, we thought we had it made
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| Rock and roll, I gave you all the best years of my life
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| All the crazy lazy young days, all the magic moon-lit nights
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| I was so busy on the road singin' love songs to you
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| While you were changin' your direction, and you never even knew
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| That I was always, just one step behind you
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| '71 in Soho, when I saw Suzanne
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| I was trying to go it solo, with someone else’s band
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| And she came up to me later and I tooke her by the hand
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| And I told her all my troubles and she seemed to understand
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| And she followed me through London, through a hundred hotel rooms
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| Throught a hundred record companies who didn’t like my tunes
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| And she followed me when, finally, I sold my old guitar
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| And she tried to help me understand, I’d never be a star
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| Rock and roll, I gave you all the best years of my life
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| All the dreamy sunny Sundays, all the moon-lit summer nights
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| And though I never knew the magic of makin' it with you
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| Thank the Lord for giving me the little bit I knew
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| And I will always be one step behind you
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| Rock and roll, I gave you all the best years of my life
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| Singing out my love songs in the brightly flashing lights
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| And though I never knew the magic of makin' it with you
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| Thank the Lord for giving me the little bit I knew
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| Rock and roll, I gave you all the best years of my life
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| All the dreamy sunny Sundays, all the moon-lit summer nights
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| I was so busy in the back room makin' love songs to you
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| While you were changin' your direction, and you never even knew
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| That I was always, just one step behind you |