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The motel lights were blinking |
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On my chartreuse four door Lincoln |
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On the dock, the fish were stinking |
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I simply didn't have a care |
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And the old men sit 'round the cracker barrels |
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The children hum their Christmas carols |
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The train tracks all run parallel |
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But they'll all meet up one day |
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On a dusty pew in a vestibule |
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Sits the Devil playing pocket pool |
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He's waiting for the next poor fool |
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Who forgot that it was Sunday |
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We used to tell each other lies |
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With our orange plastic button eyes |
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In a former life on a motel chair |
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I was Charlie Parker's teddy bear |
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Yeah, me and Bird, we'd stay up late |
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I used to watch him contemplate |
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While his horn would sit by the window and wait |
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'Til it was time for him to blow it |
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On a dusty pew in a vestibule |
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Sits the Devil playing pocket pool |
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He's waiting for the next poor fool |
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Who forgot that it was Sunday |
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The only song I ever knew |
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Was 'Moonlight Bay on the Avenue' |
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These are the tales from the Devil's chin |
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Charlie, I could've been a contender |
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And the old men sit 'round the cracker barrels |
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The children hum their Christmas carols |
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The train tracks all run parallel |
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But they'll all meet up one day |
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On a dusty pew in a vestibule |
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Sits the Devil playing pocket pool |
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He's waiting for the next poor fool |
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Who forgot that it was Sunday |
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He forgot that it was Sunday |
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On a dusty pew in a vestibule |
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Sits the old red Devil playing pocket pool |
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He's waiting for the next poor fool |
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Who forgot that it was Sunday |
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And the old men |
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Why, they're sitting 'round their cracker barrels |
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And the children |
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Yeah, they're out humming those Christmas carols |
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And all those old rusty train tracks |
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They're running parallel |
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But they'll all meet up one day |