| Mom and Papa bought a Chickering
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| Every day I’d sit and play that thing
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| I practiced hard; |
| it was more than a whim
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| I played with grim determination, Jim
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| Someone called Piano Fighter
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| I’m a holy roller, I’m a real lowrider
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| Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter
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| Then let me go, Piano Fighter
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| I worked in sessions and I played in bands
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| A thousand casuals and one-night stands
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| Here on Thursday, gone on Friday
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| Heading down the Dixie highway
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| Someone called Piano Fighter
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| I’m a holy roller, I’m a real lowrider
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| Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter
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| Then let me go, Piano Fighter
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| Maybe I’ll go to Reno
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| Nobody knows my name
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| I’ll play Claire de Lune in a quiet saloon
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| Steady work for a change
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| Ain’t going down that long, lonesome road
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| Ain’t going down that long, lonesome road
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| Got in trouble down in New Orleans
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| I must admit that I was strung out, painted in the corner of a limousine
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| Someone called Piano Fighter
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| I’m a thin ice walker, I’m a freelance writer
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| Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter
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| Then let me go, Piano Fighter
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| Someone called Piano Fighter
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| I’m a holy roller, I’m a real lowrider
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| Hold me tight, honey, hold me tighter
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| Then let me go, Piano Fighter |