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THE ALTAR BOY AND THE THIEF
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
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At night in the safety of shadows and numbers
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Seeking some turf on which nothing encumbers
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The buying and selling of casual looks
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Stuff that gets printed in x-rated books
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Your mother might have tried to understand
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When you were hardly your daddy's little man
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And you gave up saluting the chief
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To find yourself some relief
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Finely plucked eyebrows and skin of satin
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Smiling seductive and endlessly Latin
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Olympic body on dancing feet
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Perfume thickening the air like heat
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A transient star of gay bar fame
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You quit your job and changed your name
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And you're nearly beyond belief
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As you hunt down a little relief
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The seven foot black with the emerald ring
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Broke up a fight without saying a thing
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As the cops cruised by wanting one more chance
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To send Jimmy Baldwin back over to France
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And a trucker with kids and a wife
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Prefers to spend half of his life
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In early Bohemian motif
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Playing pool and getting relief
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My favorite couple was looking so fine
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Dancing in rhythm and laughing in rhyme
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In the light of the jukebox all yellow and blue
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Holding each other as young lovers do
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To me they will always remain
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Unshamed, untamed, and unblamed
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The altar boy and the thief
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Grabbing themselves some relief
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The altar boy and the thief
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Catching a little relief
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¨Ï 1977, 1978 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)
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THE ALTAR BOY AND THE THIEF
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joan baez |