No one knows exactly where he came from
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It wassomewhere in arkansaw
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grew up flat broke with no education
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Had his run-ins with the law
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His fists became his passport out of hell
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When some guys saw he used them pretty well
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They'd found something to sell
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But Sonny tell me
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when you were young you had to fight
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Became the champion
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And you were walkin' dynamite
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prayed on their fears
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though quite sincere
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They wouldn't let you change
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Oh can't you tell me?
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flying back to philly in the morning
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With the belt stashed in his bag
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he talked of how the whole world would treat him better.
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now he was the champ
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Said he'd like to give a little break
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But no-one listens toa despised black
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except a well-worn hack
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But Sonny tell me
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when you were young you had to fight
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Became the champion
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And you were walkin' dynamite
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prayed on their fears
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though quite sincere
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They wouldn't let you change
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Oh can't you tell me?
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Minds made up and ears closed against you
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You just couldn't understand
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You'd made them rich, yeah you'd entertained them.
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You were still a hated man
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It seemed like they had used you as their clown
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But never let the bastards grind you down.
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But Sonny tell me
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when you were young you had to fight
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Became the champion
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And you were walkin' dynamite
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prayed on their fears
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though quite sincere
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They wouldn't let you change
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Oh can't you tell me?
|
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But Sonny tell me
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when you were young you had to fight
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Became the champion
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And you were walkin' dynamite
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prayed on their fears
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though quite sincere
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They wouldn't let you change
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Oh can't you tell me?
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A man deserves his dignity
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A man deserves his pride
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[Repeat]
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Walking Dynamite
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Stiff Little Fingers |