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I met an old friend this morning |
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And I stopped him and called him by name |
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I said, "The years haven't changed youBut he said, " |
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Good Lord, how you've changed!"So we stood there and talked on the cornerAnd remembered the good times we hadThen he asked if we're happy togetherAnd I only smiled and I said" |
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Yes, she keeps me off the streets |
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And she keeps me out of trouble |
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Sometimes at night, |
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Lord, when |
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I hear the wind |
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I wish I was crazy again, yes, |
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I wish I was crazy again"Then we stopped in at a tavernWe had us a round or twoWe called ourselves old desperado's, old desperado'sAs old friends are likely to doWe sat for a while and rememberedThen he said, " |
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Let's have just one more"I said, " |
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I'd sure like to join you |
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But best be goin' on home"" |
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Yes, she keeps me off the streets |
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She keeps me off the streets" |
