| I’ll tell you a story about a night on the town
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| Started off drinking at five
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| By the time I was through
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| I’d near worn out my shoes
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| And visited every known dive
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| All the lights in the alley
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| Fall dim on the ground
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| When you’re trying to see your way home
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| And the all night ladies
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| In their perfume so fine
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| Yeah, won’t leave a poor boy alone
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| Drunken nights in the city
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| Showin' their toe
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| They’ll take you for more than you know
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| You can’t judge a book
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| And you can’t trust a crook
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| Down where the neon lights glow
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| Early next morning I rose up so bad
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| My eyes were as red as the light
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| My pockets were empty, so was my heart
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| I promised to put things right
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| I went down to the preacher, fell on my knees
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| Asked the preacher to right all the wrongs
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| But he just shoke his head, looked sorry when he said
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| «Son, you been on them streets far too long»
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| Drunken nights in the city
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| Are showing their toe
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| They’ll take you for more than you know
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| You can’t judge a book
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| And you can’t trust a crook
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| Down where the neon lights glow
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| Drunken nights on the city
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| Are showing their toe
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| They’ll take you for more than you know
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| You can’t judge a book
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| And you can’t trust a crook
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| Yeah, down where the neon lights glow
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| Yeah, down where the neon lights glow
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| Let me tell you a story 'bout a night on the town |