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The promoter says he wants to cancel |
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Cause there ain't enough tickets sold |
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The air conditioner on the bus just broke |
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And i can't shake this cold |
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The single lost the bullet, |
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The singer's losin' his wife; |
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Well i might be crazy but i wouldn't change |
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A single thing about this life. |
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Sometimes we feel like champions, |
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Sometimes we just can't win, |
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Sometimes our records hit the top of the charts |
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Or the discount bargain bins. |
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Through 30 years of touring |
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We've remained partners, brothers, and friends |
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We keep it together cause we love it and we're sure |
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We'll be big time before it all ends. |
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Well you know you've got the nitty gritty |
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And jimmy's got his drums along |
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Then jeffrey and me and bobby will be |
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Singing all our favorite songs |
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Catch the fire from the folks in the front row |
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Fan the flames as the beat gets strong |
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It's great to be a part of something |
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So good that's lasted so long |
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Well i saw a story in the paper |
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Suddenly the band's big news |
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The critics all like our records just fine |
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But they seem a bit confused |
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Is it folk or rock or country |
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Seems like everybody cares but us |
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So just leave us an early wakeup call |
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So we don't miss the bus |
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Chorus |
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The band says it can't stand my latest song, it's too personal |
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But my first wife's second marriage blew up |
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She had to get the dang thing annulled |
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Well if that ain't something to sing about |
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Well you tell me what is |
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And we'll give it a beat and put it on the street |
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And we just might have another hit |
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Chorus |
