Blazing a trail to the southern cities
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From the streets of our hometown
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Basement bars we played from the heart
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In the company of our friends
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If I write down these memories
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That I have saved away
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Photographs of the years that passed
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Inside my little brain
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You're cool and cred like Fogerty
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I'm Elvis Presley in the 70's
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You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label
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You're the buffet I'm just the table
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I'm a Ford Tempo you're a Maserati
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You're the Great One, I'm Marty mcsorley
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You're the Concorde, I'm economy
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I make the dough but you get the glory
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Big fish small pond and some cover songs
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We sang along the way
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We used to midnight run to the Vesta Lunch
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Cheeseburgers and chocolate shakes
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Once I got drunk with Jeff
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I told him I was in love with you
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But I love you like a brother
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So at least half of it was true
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You're cool and cred like Fogerty
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I'm Elvis Presley in the seventies
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You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label
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You're the buffet I'm just the table
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I'm a Dodge Fargo, you're a Lamborghini
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You're the Great One, I'm Marty mcsorley
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You're the Concorde, I'm economy
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I make the dough, but you get the glory
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If I write down these memories
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That I have saved away
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Photographs of the years that passed
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Inside my little brain
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I'm sure it's been said in the finer print
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You make me look legitimate
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Heavy rotation on the CBC
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Whatever in hell that really means
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You're cool and cred like Fogerty
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I'm Elvis Presley in the 70's
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You're the Concorde I'm economy
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I make the dough, but you get the glory
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I Make The Dough, You Get The Glory
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| Kathleen Edwards |
