(Jackson Browne & Donald Miller)
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She was standing at the load-in
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When the trucks rolled up
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She was sniffing all around
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Like a half grown female pup
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She wasn't hard to talk to
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Looked like she had nowhere to go
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So I gave her my pass
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So she could get in and see the show
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Well I sat her down right next to me
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And I got her a beer
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While I mixed that sound on stage
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So the band could hear
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The more I watched her watch them play
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The less I could think of to say
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And when they walked off stage
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The drummer swept that girl away
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But Rosie you're all right - you wear my ring
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When you hold me tight - Rosie that's my thing
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When you turn out the light - I've got to hand it to me
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Looks like it's me and you again tonight Rosie
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Well I guess I might have known from the start
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She'd come for a star
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Might have told my imagination not to run too far
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Of all the times that I've been burned
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By now you'd think I'd have learned
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That it's who you look like
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Not who you are
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But Rosie you're all right - you wear my ring
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When you hold me tight - Rosie that's my thing
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When you turn out the light - I've got to hand it to me
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Looks like it's me and you again tonight Rosie
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Rosie
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Jackson Browne |