| They wouldnt let him play the opry
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| With whiskey on his breath
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| And it didnt takeem long
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| To figure out what they missed
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| He went down that lost highway
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| Underneath the purple sky
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| A legend disappeared before his time
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| Things change
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| They said he was the devil
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| Dressed in gold leme
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| The way he shook his hips
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| Out there on that stage
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| But before that faithful day
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| He left tennessee
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| All of them were calling him the king
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| Things change
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| Well they like to call them hippies
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| Outlaws with guitars
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| But they brought a little poetry
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| To the honky tonks and bars
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| They mightve got a little crazy
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| They might have flew a little too high
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| Somewhere somebodys playing their song tonight
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| Things change
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| (dont you know things change)
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| Now some say its too country
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| Some say its a little rock n roll
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| But its just good music
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| If you can feel it in your soul
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| It doesnt really matter
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| Its always been the same
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| Life goes on Things change
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| Bridge:
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| Dont you know they change
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| Oh, things change
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| As long as this world is turning
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| Things are gonna change
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| Gonna keep on changing
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| Gonna change |