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Nelson: |
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Some people say, |
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It's time to take care of people like me. |
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That I'm livin' too fast, |
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And they say I can't last much longer. |
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Little they see, |
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That their thoughts of me as my saviour, |
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Little do they know, |
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That the beat ought to go a little bit faster. |
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So let's pick up the tempo just a little, |
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And take it on home. |
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(Cowboy.) |
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The singer ain't singin', |
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And the drummer's been draggin' too long. |
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Time will take care of itself, |
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So just leave time alone. |
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Pick up the tempo just a little, |
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And take it on home. |
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Willie plays the wrong note on the guitar and tells himself it should be a C." Others laugh. |
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I'm wild and I'm mean, |
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I'm creatin' a scene and I'm gone crazy. |
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I'm good and I'm bad, |
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I'm happy and I'm sad and I'm lazy. |
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I'm quiet and I'm loud, |
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And I'm gatherin' a crowd. I like gravy. |
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I'm about half off the wall, |
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But I learned it all in the Navy. |
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(Laughing) |
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Waylon and others join in: |
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Lets pick up the tempo just a little, |
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And take it on home. (Yeah.) |
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The singer ain't singin', |
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And the drummer's been draggin' too long. |
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Time will take care of itself, |
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So just leave time alone. |
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Pick up the tempo just a little, |
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And take it on home. |
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Take it on home. |
