[Nelson:]
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Some people say,
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It's time to take care of people like me.
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That I'm livin' too fast,
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And they say I can't last much longer.
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Little they see,
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That their thoughts of me as my saviour,
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Little do they know,
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That the beat ought to go a little bit faster.
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So let's pick up the tempo just a little,
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And take it on home.
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(Cowboy.)
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The singer ain't singin',
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And the drummer's been draggin' too long.
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Time will take care of itself,
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So just leave time alone.
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Pick up the tempo just a little,
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And take it on home.
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[Willie plays the wrong note on the guitar and tells himself it should be a C." Others laugh.]
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I'm wild and I'm mean,
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I'm creatin' a scene and I'm gone crazy.
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I'm good and I'm bad,
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I'm happy and I'm sad and I'm lazy.
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I'm quiet and I'm loud,
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And I'm gatherin' a crowd. I like gravy.
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I'm about half off the wall,
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But I learned it all in the Navy.
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[Laughing]
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[Waylon and others join in:]
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Lets pick up the tempo just a little,
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And take it on home. (Yeah.)
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The singer ain't singin',
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And the drummer's been draggin' too long.
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Time will take care of itself,
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So just leave time alone.
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Pick up the tempo just a little,
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And take it on home.
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Take it on home.
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Pick Up The Tempo
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| The Highwaymen |
