We walked the warm streets of Florida
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With sand in our pockets lots of times,
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Worked the cold streets of New York
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With four guitars and a tin cup just for dimes.
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We spent a winter in Winnipeg
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And a summer in Mississippi sun.
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Had some trouble once in Fargo, some bad times in Enceno,
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But we had fun.
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We made the papers once in Phoenix
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When we stopped and tried to break up a fight.
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We hit keno in Reno
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And lost it all in Vegas the very next night.
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We hopped a train in Chicago
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And skinny-dipped in San Francisco's bay.
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We checked it all in the big hotels,
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Then used the fire escape to get away.
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And we wouldn't trade it all
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For the world and all of its gold.
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It's the past that makes the future worth livin'.
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Mother Luck's been good to us
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And we will praise her in our songs
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For the good times and the good things she has given.
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We flew into Kansas City,
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Early April 24, without a plane.
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We got stranded in a snow storm
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With some girls from Salt Lake City on a train.
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We spent a week one night in LA
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Looking for a doctor's daughter on the Strip.
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Then we wound up somewhere near Nashville,
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Pitchin' songs and waitin' tables for a tip.
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And we wouldn't trade it all
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For the world and all of its gold.
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It's the past that makes the future worth livin'.
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Mother Luck's been good to us
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And we will praise her in our songs
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For the good times and the good things she has given.
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| The Statler Brothers |
