(Billy Wallace)
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You didn't know I wasn't free
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When you fell in love with me
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And with all your young heart you learned to care
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It brought you shame and disgrace
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The world has tumbled in your face
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'Cause they call our love a back street affair
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They say I wrecked your home,
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You're a husband that's gone wrong
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They don't know the sorrow that we had to bear
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For the one I'm tied to
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Was the first to prove untrue
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Now they call our love a back street affair
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We have each other now,
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That's all that matters anyhow
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For the judgment of gossip's never fair
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We'll just be brave and strong
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Then someday they'll see they're wrong
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Let 'em call our love a back street affair
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We'll be free to love someday
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When all the talk has died away
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And the happiness we hoped for then we'll share
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We'll climb a mountain high,
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Then the world will hear us cry
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That our love was not a back street affair
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No, our love was not a back street affair
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Back Street Affair
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| John Prine |
