Found myself heading down toward Springfield
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The last sign said it was twelve miles west
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It's gettin' hard to see through the salt on my windshield
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But it looks like I'm gonna make it before the sun sets
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The morning I arrived was Lincoln's birthday
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So I walked through his house and saw his tomb
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I decided that a tour through the Civil War Memorial Museum would be a drag
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I was tired of seeing monuments about other men's doom
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Now I don't want you people to think that all there is around Springfield Illinois
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Are landmarks telling `bout the good old Lincoln years
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Cus just north of town I saw a sign that said the Illinois Opry is open tonight
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And the sweet sound of country music filled my ears
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And I want to be a star in the Illinois Opry now
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The people in the country certainly know how to play
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It may be a while before I'm ready
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But I'm gonna be up on that stage someday
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I could easily write a whole song about the licks that guitar man was pickin'
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I could go on for hours `bout the old boy on pedal steel
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But I'm not singing `bout people who were just playin' music
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I'm singing about how fine their music made me feel
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There's a lot of people who have taken years of lessons
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Trying to learn how to make their music fit the trend
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But the simple folks at the Opry have got somethin' special
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And I think that we all could use a lesson or two from them
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And I want to be a star in the Illinois Opry now
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The people in the country certainly know how to play
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It maybe a while before I'm ready
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But I'm gonna be up on that stage someday
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Ballad of the Illinois Opry
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| Reo Speedwagon |
