Tom: C
Introdução:
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{intro}
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He was a long tall stranger from way down south where he'd left his life behind
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He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes
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And I remember him sitting in that local bar where I earned my pay each night
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Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight
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So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
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I kept his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar And we
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Talked about the singers and the songs we loved and the songs we'd most forgot
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In that run-down bar they'd make last call and I'd never want to stop
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'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
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With my cowboy boots and my old six-string
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Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
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When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
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Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a helluva lot like me
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(me) {instrumental}
He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
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{violin solo} {harmonica solo}
Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own
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Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
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Like the star that he'd always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
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(me) {instrumental}
Adam Schneider [email protected] Minneapolis, MN