| I never had a silver spoon
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| To help me orchestrate this tune
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| Look at us the same as you
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| And there’s nothing anyone can’t do
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| So sing it from from the back of the room
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| Don’t matter if it’s out of tune
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| Sing it to the bar
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| I’ve got my green guitar
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| But i never had a silver spoon
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| You and me and me and yo
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| Whish is whish and who is who?
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| Underneath we’re all the same
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| We’re flesh and blood and viens
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| And there’s nothing that we can’t do
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| So sing it from the back of the room
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| Don’t matter if it’s out of tune
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| Sing it to the bar
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| I’ve got my green guitar
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| But i never had a silver spoon
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| I never had a sliver spoon
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| So sing it from the back of the room
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| Don’t matter if it’s out of tune
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| Sing it to the bar
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| I’ve got my green guitar
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| But i never had a silver spoon
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| They cried from the gallery, From the back of the room
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| The people in the cheap seats didn’t have the clearest view
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| But they all cried when the music died and the house lights turned on blue
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| And the man said good night ladies and gent’s the only way he knew
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| The policeman standing by the door had to turn and dry his eye
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| A little girl sighed for the very first time like an angel in disguise
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| The band packed up their instruments and hurried off to the bar
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| Singing good night ladies and gent’s on an old 6 string guitar
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| So good night ladies and gentlemen, we hope to see you soon, we sing this song
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| as we roll along and we’ll try and stay in tune
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| But if our voices should break up or if our strings should snap,
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| we’ll fix up in the morning and tomorrow we’ll be back |