(Raul Malo)
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I wanna go across the river
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To the house on oldway road
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Where my life began and ended all the same
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I remember Chris and Johnny
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childhood friends of mine
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Who grew wise enough to
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learn to play the game
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As I walked up to the front yard
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There were children playing there
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And I thought someday this
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may be my home again
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But how soon I learned my lesson
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Through the windows they threw stones
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And said there's nothing
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left inside Mr. Jones
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I went next door to ask the neighbor
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If they knew what happened here
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To the place where all my memories remain
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As they recalled and tried to answer
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Tears rolled down their eyes
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But the best reply they had was made in vain
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Seems the folks that used to live there
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Worked hard for all their means
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But their means could never take them to an end
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There was hope down in the city
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Then a bank declined their loan
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Now there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones
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Chorus
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Can't you see that it's empty now
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And no one really cares
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For even I must try to save my own
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You should turn around and get back on that
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Lonely oldway road
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'Cause there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones
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Repeat chorus
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I'm going back across the river
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To see if I can find
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The place where life can start and end all the same
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But no matter where I'm going it will dwell inside my bones
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That there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones
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No there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones
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Mr. Jones
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| The Mavericks |
