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Tulsa yesterday, tomorrow forever |
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Today I think I'll take my own sweet time |
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You can tell by my blues that I am no beginner |
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Or just look into my eyes |
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I learned my lessons in the days back in the dogwood |
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Left some footprints in the deep red clay |
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Found my way past the temptations of plenty |
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Let the sound take me all the way |
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It's a low down restless sorrow |
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To know the real pain of love |
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Some things you own and there's some you borrow |
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Till you let it go |
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Find a garden and let it grow |
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And what you find, let it shine |
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Let your chariot swing low |
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West wind blow |
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My blood runs cold from to much trouble |
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West wind blow |
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Howl thru my bones tonight |
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Tulsa yesterday, tomorrow forever |
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Today I think I'll take my own sweet time |
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You can tell by my shoes that I am a believer |
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Or just look into my eyes |
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It's a low down restless sorrow |
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To know the real pain of love |
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Some things you own and there's some you borrow |
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Till you let it go |
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Find a garden and let it grow |
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And what you find, let it shine |
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Let your chariot swing low |
