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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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