Some old hotel room in Memphis
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I see the city through the rain
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I'm just chasing me my time
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And remembering some pain
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See there once was a boy
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And on the street he'd surely die
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But the nightbird took him in
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And she taught him how to fly
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See the nightbird softly fly
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Why does she fly alone?
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Is the moonlight just a flame for her memory?
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Now she's gone
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Two bit bars and honky tonks
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Any pleasure can be found
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You can get just what you want
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If you lay your money down
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And loney sailors do their drinking
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My, my, my how the brave men do die
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And the nightbird sells her pleasures
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Bringing tears to my eyes
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See the nightbird softly fly
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Why does she fly alone
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Is the moonlight just a flame for her memory
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Now she's gone
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So I guess I'll go out walking
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Lord, let the rain keep falling down
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I guess I'll go chase some memories
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On the dark side of town
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See the nightbird softly fly
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Why does she fly alone
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Is the moonlight just a flame for her memory
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Now she's gone
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Nightbird
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| Eva Cassidy |
