I was in a lonely cafe by the roadside all unfriendly people no one said a word
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When in there stepped a starry eyed old stranger
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He sat down threw up his arms and then I heard
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Let me have about me lots of words and music
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Gather round and tell me anything you know
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Let's talk and sing and let's have words and music
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Give me lots of words and music till I go
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Then with spirits high and the conversation livens
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The old man told us all where he'd come from
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He said where I've been it's dark and lonely and you know I hardly ever see the sun
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The kids all said the place would be best for me
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And they took all the money they said to pay the bills
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But you know I haven't heard a word from 'em and I sorta think I never will
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And words're so important when you're lonely
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And music has always been so good for me
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So let's talk and sing and let's have words and music
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Cause they'll come find me and they'll see that I got free
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Then the old man's starry eyes grew cold and lifeless
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When he saw the men in white suits standin' at the door
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He turned and shouted please don't take me back there
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And then he fell down to his knees upon the floor
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Then stepping from a corner of the cafe a mask of teardrops streaming down his face
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A young man came to claim his long lost daddy
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And soon their happy voices filled the place
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Let me have about me...
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Give me lots of words and music till I go
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Words And Music
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| Porter Wagoner |
