Another show is over, the lights go down
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The loading ups begun
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We sang a lot of country songs
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We put our hearts in every single one.
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We climb aboard our time machine
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Tail lights disappear into the night,
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No-one knows how many miles
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Before we get back to private lives.
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Like brothers we share memories
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Brothers in the harmonies we sing.
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As different as the clothes we wear
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But like a family we share our name.
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We all lay a dream or two aside for private lives.
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Like the smoky mountain back roads
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You know where our music's coming from
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Rolling, rolling, rolling.
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Take it to the California sun.
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Telephone, calling home
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Pouring out our feelings on the line.
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Oh I love you, I miss you too
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Never losing touch with private lives.
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Like brothers we share memories
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Brothers in the harmonies we sing.
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As different as the clothes we wear
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But like a family we share our name.
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We all lay a dream or two aside for private lives.
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We all lay a dream or two aside for private lives.
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Private Lives
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Oak Ridge Boys |