| He’s been gone for many years now, that’s for certain.
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| Left a vacant spot no man can fill.
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| They closed the hall and someone drew the curtain.
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| No one’s replaced him yet — no one will.
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| Hangin' around the Gaslight back in the day,
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| Laughin' with Dave Van Ronk and hearin' him play
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| It was Green, Green Rocky Road and play it as it lays,
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| The devil’s on the bandstand, it’s a helluva tune he plays.
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| But the devil puts down his banjo and he reaches for the booze
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| When the Mayor of MacDougal Street’s playin' the blues.
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| When Dave Van Ronk sat down, the room got quiet.
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| He strummed a lazy chord on his Guild guitar.
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| Sounds so sweet, it made you wanna try it;
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| It made you dream of swingin' on a star.
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| Hangin' around the Gaslight back in the day,
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| Laughin' with Dave Van Ronk and hearin' him play
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| It was Green, Green Rocky Road and play it as it lays,
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| The devil’s on the bandstand, it’s a helluva tune he plays.
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| But the devil puts down his banjo and he reaches for the booze
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| When the Mayor of MacDougal Street’s playin' the blues.
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| Never knew a man to suffer fools less gladly.
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| Or to view this world of ours with more jaundiced eye.
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| I miss this friend of mine, I miss him badly
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| In this pygmy world, a giant came stompin' by.
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| Hangin' around the Gaslight back in the day,
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| Laughin' with Dave Van Ronk and hearin' him play
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| It was Green, Green Rocky Road and play it as it lays,
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| The devil’s on the bandstand, it’s a helluva tune he plays.
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| But the devil puts down his banjo and he reaches for the booze
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| When the Mayor of MacDougal Street’s playin' the blues. |