THE TOURIST
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Writer Wynn Stewart and Curtis Leach
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Copyright 1965
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I was just a tourist out on the great white way
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Where lights make night as bright as day and day as dark as night
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I visited the city seen all the finer sights
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Then I thought I'd do some slummin' for a little while one night
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Well I stepped into the shadows of a second rate cafe
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The burlesques were before me in their old familiar way
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As I drew near my table the front girl whirled around
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And I recognized my sweetheart from my own hometown
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Yes she was just a hometown high school beauty queen
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But everybody told her how she could be everything
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When the contest finally ended and the judges called her name
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She won a trip to Broadway where she would find the fame
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I slowly turned around and stepped back into crowd
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For I knew she mustn't seen me she always was too proud
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And in that one lonely moment the truth my mind unveiled
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The town she loved may failed her the town she thought she failed
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So that night I wrote a letter on a homeward bound express
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And it read congratulations to you on your success
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But if you should ever decide to come back home again
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Well you know I'll always be here waitin' just like I've always been
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I was just a tourist out on the great white way
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Where lights made night as bright as day and day as bright as night
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When old friends ask about her I just smile at them and say
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She's star of show on Broadway out on the great white way
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The Tourist
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Wynn Stewart |