Met you on a midaway at a fair last year
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And you stood out like a ruby in a black man's ear
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You were playing on the horses
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You were playing on the guitar strings
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You were playing like the devil wearing wings
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Wearing wings, you looked so grand, wearing wings
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Do you tie them to your shoulders just to sing
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Can you fly? I hear you can! Can you fly?
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Just like an eagle doin' his hunting from the sky
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I followed through a sideshow to another town
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And I found you in a trailer on the camping grounds
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You were betting on some lover, shootin' out the dice
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And I thought I saw you cheating once or twice
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Once or twice, I heard ya did, once or twice
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Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price
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Now you've packed it in, I heard you did, packed it in
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Was it hard to fold a hand you knew you could win?
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Lately you've been hiding, it was somewhere in the news
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And I'm still at these races with my ticket stubs and my blues
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The man calls out the numbers...he sometimes mentions mine
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But I feel like I've been working overtime
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Overtime, I've lost my fire, overtime
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And I envy you the valley that you've found
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'Cause I'm midway down the midway
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Slowin' down
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That Song About The Midway
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Bonnie Raitt |