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I was reading a magazine |
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And thinking of a rock and roll song |
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The year was 1954 |
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And I hadn't been playing that long |
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When a man came on the radio |
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And this is what he said |
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He said I hate to break it to his fans |
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But Johnny Ace is dead, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Well, I really wasn't |
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Such a Johnny Ace fan |
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But I felt bad all the same |
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So I sent away for his photograph |
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And waited 'till it came |
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It came all the way from Texas |
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With a sad and simple face |
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And they signed it on the bottom |
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From the late, great Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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It was the year of the Beatles |
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It was the year of the Stones |
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It was 1964 |
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I was living in London |
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With the girl from the summer before |
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It was the year of the Beatles |
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It was the year of the Stones |
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A year after J.F.K |
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We were staying up all night |
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And giving the days away |
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And the music was flowing amazing |
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And blowing my way |
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On a cold December evening |
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I was walking through the Christmas tide |
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When a stranger came up and asked me |
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If I'd heard John Lennon had died |
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And the two of us went to this bar |
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And we stayed to close the place |
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And every song we played was for |
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The Late, Great Johnny Ace, yeah, yeah, yeah |
