(Gary Moore)
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Hey you with the guitar.
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Where did you play last night?
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I do believe it was in Memphis,
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but I can't remember right now.
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'Cause I been foul politicin'
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and I acted in fear to be.
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I had to get up five this morning
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with them bells playing in my head.
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Sometimes I work so hard,
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I'm gonna play my fingers to the bone.
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Well, I can boogie, boogie,
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boogie on my way back home.
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Well, I've been workin' every night
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for the pastes buy meats and needs.
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I'm gonna finish up tomorrow night
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and turn myself a plane back east.
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I'm gonna do my work
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so I can help my pain and rest.
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Well, I'll be back here someday soon
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hope I can give my best.
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Sometimes I work so hard,
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I'm gonna play my fingers to the bone.
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And now I can boogie, boogie,
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boogie on my way back home.
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Yeah.
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Well, my axe is gettin' rusty
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and an old slow demon I seem to be.
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The throat is gettin' dusty,
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before it's gone that I had thrifty hands.
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Well, I've been up for heart breakin'
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and I had to keep my men to pay.
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I had to catch a plane this morning
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with them bells ringing in my head.
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Sometimes I work so hard,
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I'm gonna, gonna play my fingers to the bone, hooh.
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Well, now I can boogie, boogie,
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boogie on my way back home.
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Said I learned to boogie, boogie,
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boogie on my way back home.
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I can boogie, boogie,
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boogie on my way back home.
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Boogie My Way Back Home
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| Gary Moore |
