| Hey old friend, it’s been such a long time
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| Since I saw your smilin' face pressed against my window pane
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| Though it’s the middle of the night
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| And we were racin' the light of the mornin'
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| All those new thoughts dawnin'
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| About the wrong and the right
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| We spent our money so fine
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| The girls were standing in line
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| Every other night
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| Was always the same
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| Paradise without any shame
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| We’d stay up all night
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| Tryin' to find just the right rhymes
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| And we were fightin' the good fight
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| Hangin' on to the good times
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| Jaunita she’s a little bit older now
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| Spotcheck Billy looks just the same
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| Three card monte on the boulevard
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| With mirrors on his shoes
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| And I just have to laugh
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| When I recall the time down in New Orleans
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| Don’t ya know
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| Rained us out of an indoor show
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| We spent our money so fine
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| The girls were standin' in line
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| Down in the Quarter at Lucky Pierre’s
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| A time of our life without any cares
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| We’d stay up all night
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| Tryin' to find just the right rhymes
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| And we were fightin' the good fight
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| Hangin' on to the good times
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| Yes old friend we had some times
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| And later on the moon declined
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| To shine its light so benevolently
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| It’s grace withheld from our company
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| And though we went our own ways
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| We couldn’t escape from where we came
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| So we find ourselves back at the table again
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| Tellin' stories of survivors and friends
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| We’d stay up all night
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| Tryin' to find just the right rhymes
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| And we were fightin' the good fight
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| Hangin' on to the good times
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| Up all night
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| Tryin' to find just the right rhymes
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| And we were fightin' the good fight
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| Hangin' on to the good times
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| Up all night
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| Tryin' to find just the right rhymes
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| And we were fightin' the good fight
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| Hangin' on to the good times |