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Writers: Doug Supernaw/Justin White |
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Parkview used to be just on the outside of town |
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Now it's right in the middle of a city that's grown all round it |
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And the old folks there just sit and stare at the walls |
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Except for one crazy old man standin' there preachin' in the halls |
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His old friend died last week so they let him go |
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And his eyes teared up when nobody pulled to the shoulder |
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And some punks drove by and yelled as he stood at the casket |
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And he cussed this world that had gone to hell in a basket |
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So he walked downtown with his cane pole |
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Looking through the window of what used to be the drugstore |
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Next to the cafe where he laughed away his life |
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He heads on down to the fishin' hole and dreams about his hero |
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Who took him there when he was three years old |
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Same spot every day but don't need no bait cause it's dry |
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Yes it's true that he's not quite all there but who cares |
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Neither are the values that he's lived by for 90 years |
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Just like his home town |
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He's about to shut her down |
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My views used to be just like those kids in that car |
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Until I woke up one day thanks to a switch in the yard |
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Now the old man's gone but his thoughts are livin' in me |
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About the way this damned 'ol world is supposed to be |
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So I walked downtown with his cane pole |
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Looking through the window of what used to be the drugstore |
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Next to the cafe where he laughed away his life |
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Head on down to the fishin' hole and dream about my hero |
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Who took me there when I was three years old |
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Same spot every day but don't need no bait cause it's dry |
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Yes it's true that I'm not quite all there but who cares |
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Neither are the values that he taught me in 30 years |
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Just like his home town |
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He just had to shut her down |
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And just like his home town |
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He just finally shut her down |
