(Don Henley, Danny Kortchmar, and Ben Tench)
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Let's go down to the Sunset Grill
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We can watch the working girls go by
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Watch the "basket people" walk around and mumble
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And stare out at the auburn sky
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There's an old man there from the Old World
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To him, it's all the same
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Calls all his customers by name
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Down at the Sunset Grill
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Down at the Sunset Grill
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Down at the Sunset Grill
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Down at the Sunset Grill
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You see a lot more meanness in the city
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It's the kind that eats you up inside
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Hard to come away with anything that feels like dignity
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Hard to get home with any pride
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These days a man makes you somethin'
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And you never see his face
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But there is no hiding place
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Down at the Sunset Grill
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Down at the Sunset Grill
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Down at the Sunset Grill
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Down at the Sunset Grill
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Respectable little murders pay
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They get more respectable every day
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Don't worry girl, I'm gonna stick by you
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And someday soon we're gonna get in that car and get outa here
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Let's go down to the Sunset Grill
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Watch the working girls go by
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Watch the "basket people" walk around and mumble
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And gaze out at the auburn sky
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Maybe we'll leave come springtime
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Meanwhile, have another beer
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What would we do without all these jerks anyway?
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Besides, all our friends are here
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Down at the Sunset Grill
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Down at the Sunset Grill
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Down at the Sunset Grill
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Down at the Sunset Grill
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Sunset Grill
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| Don Henley |
