They wouldn't let him play the opry
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With whiskey on his breath
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And it didn't take'em long
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to figure out what they missed
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He went down that lost highway
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Underneath the purple sky
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A legend disappeared before his time
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Things Change
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They said he was the devil
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dressed in gold leme
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The way he shook his hips
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out there on that stage
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But before that faithful day
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He left Tennessee
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All of them were calling him the king
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Things Change
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Well they like to call them hippies
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outlaws with guitars
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But they brought a little poetry
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To the honky tonks and bars
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They might've got a little crazy
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They might have flew a little too high
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Somewhere somebody's playing their song tonight
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Things Change
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(Don't you know things change)
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Now some say it's too country
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Some say it's a little rock n roll
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But it's just good music
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If you can feel it in your soul
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It doesn't really matter
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It's always been the same
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life goes on
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Things Change
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[Bridge:]
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Don't you know they change
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Oh, things change
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As long as this world is turning
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Things are gonna change
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Gonna keep on changing
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Gonna change
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Things Change
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Tim McGraw |