Dreary Memphis city night,
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Dark like a Kennedy's veil,
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Shaky like them motorcycle lights,
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Leading all them angels at hell,
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I gave out my very last dime,
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Laid out the bartenders all in a line,
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We weren't fighting, we just drank 'em out of time,
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Down at Printer's Alley,
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[Chorus]
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So let the poets be poets and the cops just give us a ride,
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We ain't worried about your hands of time,
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Just let it slide,
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And let it slide,
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You know Elvis said only two things were certain Hookers and Coupe Devilles,
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Messing with that old boy down at the pool hall surely get your young ass
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killed,
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I'm too tired for fighting,
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I'd rather wear myself out with a smile,
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We'll stay up with some good bar stores,
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Beat up time for a while,
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[Chorus]
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So let the poets be poets and the cops just give us a ride,
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We ain't worried about your hands of time,
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Just let it slide,
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And let it slide,
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Oh you know it's nights like these,
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I get down on my knees,
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And pray the Lord the sun won't shine,
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'Till I'm done having my big time,
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[Chorus]
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So let the poets be poets and the cops just give us a ride,
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We ain't worried about your hands of time,
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Just let it slide,
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And let it slide.
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Let It Slide
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Edwin McCain |