You can live your life in a crowded city
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You can walk along a crowded street
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But the city really ain't no bigger than the friendly people
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Friendly people that you meet
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You might be a sweet young, sweet young pretty, pretty
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And the dances you can't keep your seat
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But, if dances don't lead to romances
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You might as well be born, born with two left feet
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You might be a sweet-toned sure enough high-class talker
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You might be a stone, stone expert at kissing
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But it don't do much good to be talking
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Brother, when there ain't no, ain't nobody listening
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And if you are shy, just not much of a talker
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Don't impress the people that you meet
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You might as well be a lonely walker in a lonely town, on a lonely street.
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Lonely Town, Lonely Street
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| Joe Bonamassa |
