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Words and music by bob seger |
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By the light of the moon |
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To a 50's tune |
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He pledged his love to her |
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A girl so rare |
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A girl so fair |
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The girl for him for sure |
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He could see himself getting up every mornin' |
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For the rest of his life |
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Just to look in those eyes so blue |
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It was all he ever wanted to do |
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She was all he'd ever need to see him through |
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They were still in their teens |
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When he gave her the ring |
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They were married late one may |
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And they moved into a little house |
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On the far end of town |
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Out by the big highway |
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And all through the days |
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And all through the nights |
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The cars and trucks rolled on by |
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And he slept through it all just fine |
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Every night he slept just fine |
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Sometimes she'd stare at the stars out the window |
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Sometimes she'd walk `neath the moon |
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Sometimes she'd sit there just watching him sleeping |
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Hoping the dawn would come soon |
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She'd done well in school |
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She'd followed the rules |
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And she'd always stood out from the rest |
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She'd go off to college |
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And work her way through |
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Then move to some city out west |
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She had it all planned |
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She'd have her career |
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She'd have all of the things that she'd always lacked |
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She'd wake up one morning all packed |
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And leave here and never look back |
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Most of her friends thought it soon would be over |
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Not many thought it would last |
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Most seemed to think they were all wrong for each other |
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And soon it would pass - soon it would pass |
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Now twenty years have gone |
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And her kids have moved on |
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And she's still on the far end of town |
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Her youngest she's livin' somewhere in l.a. |
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And her oldest he works on a nearby farm |
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Her husband comes home |
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And they talk over supper |
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He's usually the first to turn in |
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Another day comes to an end |
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Another day just ends |
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And sometimes in the wee hours when the traffic dies down |
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She'll hear the sound of some bird on the wing |
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And she'll look out the window and she'll look at his picture |
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But not at the ring not at the ring |
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She never looks at the ring |
