(R. Furay/J. Messina)
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Bein' at most just a country boy innocent and all
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I turned my face away from the farm, on the city I would call
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Hey, what's doin' in the town of fortune and fame?
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Bright lights a-glowin', I've come to make my name
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You see I've got my ol' guitar, I'm not a beggin' fool
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I play this town and a thousand more (God knows)
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God knows I keep my cool
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So what's a missin'? I've given my word the best
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And I'm downright grateful, for Oh Yeah, my life's been blessed
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CHORUS
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My my, can't you see the warnin'
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When the fires burn in hell you better pay
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Oh Yeah it's gonna get you in the mornin'
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Now's your chance you better get away
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Stayed awake 'most all last night, just couldn't get to sleep
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So many things sittin' on my brain, yes, I need a chance to think
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But I've been told not to worry, everything's gonna be all right
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Oh, mama, won't you tell me, why did I leave that night?
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Seems like it's been ages ago now since I come to town
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Ain't much changed, every face is the same
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Oh, people just a-hangin' round
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So I'm a-leavin' this mornin', gonna go back home today
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And let me tell you, buddy, turn around if you're fixin' to stay
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You better go on back today
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My my, can't you see the warnin'
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When the fires burn in hell you better pay
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Oh Yeah it's gonna get you in the mornin'
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Now's your chance you better get away
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My my, can't you see the warnin'
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When the fires burn in hell you better pay
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Oh Yeah it's gonna get you in the mornin'
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Now's your chance you better get away
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Oh Yea
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