Tonight's the night,
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tonight's the night
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Tonight's the night,
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tonight's the night
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Tonight's the night,
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tonight's the night
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Tonight's the night,
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tonight's the night.
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Bruce Berry was a working man
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He used to load that Econoline van.
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A sparkle was in his eye
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But his life was in his hands.
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Well, late at night
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when the people were gone
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He used to pick up my guitar
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And sing a song in a shaky voice
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That was real as the day was long.
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Tonight's the night, yes it is,
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tonight's the night
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Tonight's the night, yes it is,
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tonight's the night.
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Early in the mornin'
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at the break of day
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He used to sleep
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until the afternoon.
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If you never heard him sing
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I guess you won't too soon.
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'Cause people let me tell you
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It sent a chill
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up and down my spine
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When I picked up the telephone
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And heard that he'd died
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out on the mainline.
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Tonight's the night,
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tonight's the night
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Tonight's the night,
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tonight's the night.
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Bruce Berry was a working man
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He used to load that Econoline van.
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Well, early in the morning
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at just about the break of day
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He used to sleep
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until the afternoon.
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Tonight's the night, yes it is,
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tonight's the night
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Tonight's the night,
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tonight's the night
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Tonight's the night,
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tonight's the night
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Tonight's the night,
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tonight's the night.
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Tonight's The Night
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| Neil Young |
