| Oh ho, Emmylou. |
| Emmylou
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| What in the world can I do?
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| Spend my life just trying to get close to you
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| Heaven is a girl named Emmylou
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| Trailed you out to Houston
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| To a hotel downtown
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| Followed you down the corridor
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| But you never turned around
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| But one of your big old bodyguards
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| Suggested that I leave
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| He didn’t seem to appreciate
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| The patch upon my sleeve
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| That read
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| Oh. |
| ho, Emmylou. |
| Emmylou
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| Just a fan who’s in love with you
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| Spend most of my time trying to talk to you
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| Heaven is a girl named Emmylou
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| I heard you went to LA
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| So I hitched myself a ride
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| California dreaming of me
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| Right there by your side
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| Out at the Palomino Club
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| I watched you all night long
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| Until you looked right at me
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| In the words of your last song
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| I asked you for your guitar pick
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| That’s all that I could say
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| Then the limo did appear
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| And took the queen away
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| Oh ho, Emmylou. |
| Emmylou
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| What in the world can I do?
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| Spend my life just trying to get close to you
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| Heaven is a girl named Emmylou
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| Well I love Olivia’s eyes
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| And Ronstadt‘s really nice
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| But heaven is a girl named Emmylou |