| There ain’t a thing in the world to take me back
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| Like a dark-haired girl in a Cadillac
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| On Main Street of an old forgotten town
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| And sunlight shines in fine white lines
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| On weathered stores with open signs
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| They may as well just close 'em down
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| And you look like 1968
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| Or was it '69?
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| When I heard you caught a bullet
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| Well I guess you’re doing fine
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| And you speak of revolution
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| Like it’s some place that you’ve been
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| Well you’ve been a long time gone
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| Good to see you, my old friend
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| Oh now that sun is gone away
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| Replaced instead by silver rays
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| Of moonlight falling on the Avenue
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| Oh and I could sleep if you would drive
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| I just can’t keep my mind alive
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| And you’ve got nothin' better else to do
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| And we’ve all been lookin' for you
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| Like a hobo you walk in
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| Oh how the mighty all have fallen!
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| How the holy all have sinned!
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| Is that the clattering of sabers
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| Or the cool September wind?
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| Well you’ve been a long time gone
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| Good to see you, my old friend
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| And there’s just two times of day like this
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| You find this kind of blissfulness
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| The sun, it sets and rises in the morn'
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| And we’re shakin' hands, I rub my eyes
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| Free of all my alibis
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| Just a-blinking like the day that I was born
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| And you look like 1968
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| Or was it '69?
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| When I heard you caught a bullet
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| Well I guess you’re doing fine
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| And you speak of revolution
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| Like it’s some place that you’ve been
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| Well you’ve been a long time gone
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| Good to see you, my old friend
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| And when the rounds were fired that April
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| You were on the balcony
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| When ten thousand teardrops a-hit the ground
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| In Memphis, Tennessee
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| You were a prideful rebel yell
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| Among a million marching men
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| And you’ve been a long time gone
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| Good to see you, my old friend
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| Well you’ve been a long time gone
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| Good to see you, my old friend |