Buddy, tip your bottle back
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Climb aboard the bus
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Join your brothers in the band
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If you ain't bombed in Burmingham
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Then you ain't one of us
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We don't really give a damn
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London is a hundred miles a-waitin' where we're at
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And a thousand years behind
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Splitting from a sorry gig that left us feelin' flat
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Out of sight and out of mind
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Cruisin' through the countryside we'll never see again
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Ain't it lonesome out tonight?
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We've been on that road now since I can't remember when
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Out of mind and out of sight
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Buddy tip your bottle back and climb aboard the bus
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Join your brothers in the band
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If you ain't bombed in Burmingham then you ain't one of us
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We don't really give a damn
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Yeah, I been ev'rywhere and I seen ev'rything there is
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But I never saw the light
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Scared to death of dyin' so I do my best to live
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Out of mind and out of sight
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Knowin' no one nowhere's gonna miss us when we're gone
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Let's keep drinkin' 'til we're blind
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Ev'rybody's sleepin' and I'm stuck inside a song
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Outta sight and outta line
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Someday when it's over and it's time to settle down
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And we've left it all behind
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We can sit and wonder how we ever got around
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Out of sight and out of mind
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Out of sight and out of mind
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Out Of Mind, Out Of Sight
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Kris Kristofferson |