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| Well I | 'll tell you o | ne thing | that I kn | ow |
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| You don't f | ace your demons | down |
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| You got to | grab em jack |
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| And | pin em to the g | round |
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| The D | evil may care, and maybe | God he won't |
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| You be | tter make sure you c | heck on the Do's and the | Don'ts |
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| Crawl up the Mou | ntain |
| To reach where the Eagles fly |
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| Su | re you can glimpse from the mo | untaintop |
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| Where the s | oul of the | muse might r | ise. |
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| And if you | put it all t | ogether |
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| You w | on't have to look a | round |
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| You k | now you | cast |
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| A Long S | hadow On the | Ground |
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| T | hen one day | I could t | ell my | tracks |
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| By the h | oles in the soles of my | shoes |
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| And | that the day I sa | id |
| G | |
| I'm gonna make the n | ews |
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| And f | alling in the ga | rden |
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| Of d | ays so long | ago |
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| So | mewhere in the m | emory |
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| The | sun s | hines on you | boy |
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| Pl | aying in the A | rroyos |
| Where the American rivers flow |
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| Fr | om the Appalac | hians |
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| Do | wn to the D | elta R | oads |
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| A m | an can't think so l | ong |
| His brain could well explode |
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| There's t | rains running thru the | junctions |
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| A | King comes d | own the r | oad |
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| And if you p | ut it all t | ogether |
| C | Am | |
| You | won't have to look a | round |
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| You | know you | cast |
| F | Am | |
| A Long S | hadow On the G | round |
| G | |
| Lis | ten to the Country- The Night Jar and the Bell |
| G | |
| Li | sten to the Night Streamliner |
| G | |
| Soun | ding like the wolves of Hell |
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| He | ad for the w | ater- the water of the cleansing spell |
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| It was | always are de | stination |
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| On the | express of the | Ne'er Do | Wells |
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| And we | rock thru Madison | City |
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| And we | didn't even know she was t | here |
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| And when we | hit the Buffers in M | emphis |
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| And | Beale street didn't | have no p | rayer |
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| I he | ar punks talk of a | narchy- I hear h | obos on the r | ailroad |
| C | Am | |
| I hear | mutterings on the | chain-gangs |
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| It was t | hose men who b | uilt the | roads |
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| And if you | put it all to | gether |
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| You | didn't even once r | elent |
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| You | cast a Long | Shadow |
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| And that | is your te | stament |
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| Somewh | ere in my s | oul, there's always Rock and | Roll |