Remember the nights we would jam in the motels
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After the honky tonks closed
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No one had credit
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And no one had no place to go.
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Just crazy kids with 'lectric machines
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And some soul
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Turnin' them crowds on
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By playin' some loud rock'n roll.
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Then came the man with a suit and a tie
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And the promise of contracts and bread
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With all our joy he gave us to fame and fortune
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That left us half dead.
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Goin' up's easy
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When you got the song
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That comes from the depth of the soul
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Where it really belongs.
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Comin' down's hard when you find
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That you just can't sing it no more
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Your emerald ring with the solid gold band
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Reflects back the face of a whore.
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Freddie would play on his guitar all day
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And sometimes his firgers would bleed
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Sam would ride on his drum
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Like a magnificent steed.
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Ben on the bass would make the thunder
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And the lighting with love
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And I'd sing the lyric of life
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That I felt the part of.
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Then came the money and Freddie dropped out
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To start him a band of his own
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Sam bought a frenchise and Bennie OD'd
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And I'm soon the label alone.
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Goin' up's easy
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When you got the song
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That comes from the depth of the soul
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Where it really belongs.
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Goin' up's easy
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When you got the song
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That comes from the depth of the soul
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Where it really belongs...
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Goin' Up's Easy, Comin' Down's Hard
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| Bobby Bare |
