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Who draws the crowd and plays so loud, baby it's the guitar man
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Who's gonna steal the show, you know baby it's the guitar man
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He can make you love, he can make you cry
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He will bring you down then he'll get you high
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Somethin' keeps him goin' miles and miles a day
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To find another place to play.
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Night after night who treats you right, baby it's the guitar man
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Who's on the radio, you go listen to the guitar man
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Then he comes to town and you see his face
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And you think you might like to take his place
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Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away
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Searchin' for the songs to play.
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Then you listen to the music and you like to stay along
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You want to get the meaning out of each and every song
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Then you find yourself a message and some words
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To call your own and take them home.
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He can make you love, he can get you high
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He will bring you down then he'll make you cry
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Somethin' keeps him movin' but no one seems to know
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What it is that makes him go.
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Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
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The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
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But he never seems to notice he's just got to find
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Another place to play, Anyway Got to play, anyway Got to play.
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The Guitar Man
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