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He was walking down the highway,
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And you saw him straggling along.
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And you reached out,
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opened up your door,
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And you gave him a ride
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to your heavenly home.
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God his mother, she won't listen.
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And his father hated his old man.
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But you listened to his feelings,
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And your eyes consistently understand.
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Yes, your eyes consistently understand.
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He was a good man.
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He lived a good life.
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He was a good man.
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He lived a good life.
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But he was dancing to the bright lights.
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He was dying for someone to love.
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Well, you see him with his guitar,
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Down the highway, he would walk along
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Singin' old songs, singin' Sunday blues.
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But his school bells were his only songs
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Yes his school bells were his only song.
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Through the fire, through the lying sun
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Through the smoke and fog,
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Through the day that's done.
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There was strength there,
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There was hope alive,
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There were strings of peace
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from the other side.
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There were strings of peace
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from the other side.
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He was a good man.
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He lived a good life.
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He was a good man.
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He lived a good life.
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But he was dancing to the bright lights.
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He was dying for some love.
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Don't you see he's falling away
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Thank God for the love that you gave
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Only love can put out a fire
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And only love was calling him
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higher and higher.
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He was a good man.
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He lived a good life.
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He was a good man.
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He lived a good life.
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But he was dancing to the bright lights.
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He was dying for some love
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He was a good man.
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He lived a good life.
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He was a good man.
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He lived a good life.
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But you were right there
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for the hard times.
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You were right there again and again.
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Again and again.
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good man
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| Burlap To Cashmere |
