B. R. Hornsby
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The scene is set, everybody's in place
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Two chairs filled for every five gone to waste
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Pantsuit girl gives me a nasty gaze
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She says play that on your own time
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Walk to the bandstand blow my horn
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Nobody knows what we're really here for
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Let's take it out hard till they show us the door
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It's us against them tonight
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Play the changes
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Make the changes
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Hear the changes
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Take it out hard till they show us the door
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A girl with a nose ring said to me
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She said where's the joy in your delivery
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I said maybe there's not supposed to be
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Any real joy at all here
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She sat there with that plaster smile
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As we sit jiving but in a little while
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Holding her hair she joined the single file
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And walked on down the hall
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Play the changes
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Make the changes
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Hear the changes
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Us against them tonight
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The owner says he thinks we need some work
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Got a place for you, got some roadwork
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Laying asphalt on the interstate
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Nobody cares and why should they
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A white girl in a dashiki says you're all the rage
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My friends and I think you're quite the sage
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Wear a kofu and a finger guage
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To see which way the wind blows today
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Play the changes
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Make the changes
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Hear the changes
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To see which way the wind blows today
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Old friend Dave with the silver spoon
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Says why don't you play those good old tunes
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Give it up now you could fill the room
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I say there's nothing like a good Trane tune
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Changes
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These things called changes
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Where do we go from here?
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The Changes
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Bruce Hornsby |