The motel lights were blinkin'
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On my chartreuse four door Lincoln
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On the dock the fish were stinkin'
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I simply didn't have a care
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And the old men sit 'round the cracker barrels
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The children hum their Christmas carols
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The train tracks all run parallel
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But they'll all meet up one day
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On a dusty pew in a vestibule
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Sits the Devil playing pocket pool
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He's waiting for the next poor fool
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Who forgot that it was Sunday
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We used to tell each other lies
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With our orange plastic button eyes
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In a former life on a motel chair
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I was Charlie Parker's teddy bear
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Yeah, me and Bird we'd stay up late
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I used to watch him contemplate
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While his horn would sit by the window and
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Wait till it was time for him to blow it
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On a dusty pew in a vestibule
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Sits the Devil playing pocket pool
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He's waiting for the next poor fool
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Who forgot that it was Sunday
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The only song I ever knew
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Was "Moonlight Bay on the Avenue"
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These are the tales from the Devil's chin
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Charlie I could've been a contender
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And the old men sit round the cracker barrels
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The children hum their Christmas carols
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The train tracks all run parallel
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But they'll all meet up one day
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On a dusty pew in a vestibule
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Sits the Devil playing pocket pool
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He's waiting for the next poor fool
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Who forgot that it was Sunday
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Who forgot that it was Sunday.
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He Forgot That It Was Sunday
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| John Prine |
