I remember the phone every evening ringing till it fell off the wall
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Seemd like every single guy in town was looking for a buddy to call
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It was a honky tonk convention sprucing up to get on down
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I thought we had same intention but that ain't what I found
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Cause weekend after weekend day after day
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My friends call me up and say I'm losing my mind just wasting my life away
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But let me tell you something I ain't goin' insane
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No I'm just havin' a ball swinging on my baby's chain
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I'm just havin' a ball swinging on my baby's chain
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I remember that crowded bar room we saw she was headin' our way
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Just a lady in a room full of roosters crowing out their line of the day
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She didn't hear a word they were saying she just walked right into my life
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She took me by the hand like she had it all planned and we danced on into the night
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Oh weekend after weekend day after day
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Always together two of a kind just dancing life's heartches away
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While my friends are growing old and lazy you know I ain't feeling no pain
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Cause I'm just havin' a ball swinging on my baby's chain
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I'm just havin' a ball swinging on my baby's chain
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[ guitar ]
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Come on love's for those who make it I'm saying don't sit around and complain
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Cause I'm still havin' a ball swinging on my baby's chain
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Yeah I'm just havin' a ball swinging on my baby's chain
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Swingin' On My Baby's Chain
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| Philip Claypool |
