There's a Honky Tonk across the tracks
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It's called the Lost & Found
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And anytime both night or day
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You hear the jukebox sound
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It's playing sad and lonesome songs
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That help the beer go down
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You always have a song to count on
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At the Lost & Found
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Chorus:
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They always take good care of you
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At the Lost & Found
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And when the closing lights come on
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You're still hanging 'round
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'Cause if you're in for a penny
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Then you're in for a pound
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You always seem to lose yourself
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At the Lost & Found
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The proprietor sets you up a tab, if you seek too deep
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And the barmaid gently wake you, if you fall asleep
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And asks you if you need a cab, or maybe one more round
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They always take good care of you, at the Lost & Found
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Repeat Chorus
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The Lost And Found
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