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A long | |
I can still remember how that | |
and I knew if I had my chance | |
and maybe they'd | |
but February | |
with every | |
bad news on the doorstep | |
I can't remember if i cried | |
then something | |
the day | |
so, bye-bye | |
drove my Chevy to the levee | |
and them good old boys | |
singin' this'll be the | |
did you write | |
and do you have faith | |
if the Bible | |
and do you believe | |
can music save | |
and can you teach me | |
well I know | |
'cause I saw you | |
you both | |
man, I dig | |
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck | |
but I knew I was out of luck | |
I started singin' bye bye | |
drove my Chevy to the levee | |
and them good old boys | |
and singin' this'll be | |
now for ten years... | |
and moss grows fat | |
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but that's not | |
when the jester | |
in a coat he borrowed | |
and a voice | |
oh, and while | |
the jester | |
the courtroom was adjourned | |
and while Lenin (Lennon) | |
the quartet | |
and we sang dirges in the dark | |
we were singin' bye-bye | |
drove my Chevy to the levee | |
them good old boys | |
and singin' this'll be the | |
helter skelter | |
the birds flew off | |
eight miles high | |
it landed foul | |
the players tried | |
with the jester on the | |
now the half-time air | |
while the sergeants | |
we all | |
oh, but we never | |
'cause the players tried to | |
the marching band | |
do you recall what was revealed | |
we started singin' bye-bye | |
drove my Chevy to the levee | |
them good old boys | |
and singin' this'll be the | |
oh, and there we were all in one place | |
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with no time | |
so come on Jack, be nimble | |
Jack flash | |
'cause fire is the | |
oh, and as I watched him | |
my hands were | |
no angel born in hell | |
and as the flames climbed | |
to light, the | |
I saw Satan | |
the day the | |
and he was singin' bye-bye | |
drove my chevy to the levee | |
them good old boys | |
and singin' this'll be the | |
I met a girl | |
and I asked her for | |
but she just | |
I went down to | |
where I'd heard | |
but the man there | |
and in the streets | |
the lovers cried and | |
but not a word was spoken | |
and the three | |
the Father, the Son | |
they caught | |
the day the | |
and they were singin' bye-bye | |
drove my Chevy to the levee | |
and them good old boys | |
and singin' this'll be the | |
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