| Uncle Tommy Gabriel, he played the blue piano
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| While Frank and Ava Gardener danced the wild Juaurenzi tango
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| Those were truly golden years my Uncle Tommy said
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| But everything’s gone straight to Hell since Sinatra played Juarez
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| I wish life was still like that my Uncle Tommy said
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| But everything’s gone straight to Hell since Sinatra played Juarez
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| You could get a cheap divorce, get your Pontiac tuck and rolled
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| You could take your dolly to the dog track in her cheap chinchilla stole
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| The Fiesta Club, The Chinese Palace, The Old Kentucky Bar
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| The matadors and baseball heroes and great big movie stars
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| Those were truly golden years my Uncle Tommy said
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| Cause everything’s gone straight to Hell since Sinatra played Juarez
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| Now Uncle Tommy Gabriel he still plays Fats Domino
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| He speaks that border Spanglish well, Heowns a carpet store
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| He lives out on his pecan farm, I don’t cross the bridge he says
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| Cause everything’s gone straight to Hell since Sinatra played Juarez
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| Those were truly golden years my Uncle Tommy said
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| But everything’s gone straight to Hell since Sinatra played Juarez
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| Everything’s gone straight to Hell since Sinatra played Juarez |