| Up on north to Detroit
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| South down 51 to Memphis
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| A pistol in his hand
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| There’s many a good man hidin' in the shadows
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| Just waitin' to give that boy six feet of land
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| 'Little Robert Dusty'
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| He’s been stealin' hearts so easily
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| You should hear him when he sings
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| Double dealing at the crossroads
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| Him and his guitar, they say
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| Something’s been playin' them
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| Feeling — down in the fingertips
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| Bold good feeling, woh, oh
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| Like you could die for it
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| And the bird that whistles
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| And the bird that sings
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| And the strong, strong heart beatin'
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| And the stretched — out wings
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| Passion be a memory, she said
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| Lookin' at the sheets where he used to lie with her
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| Holdin' a picture, she’s livin' again
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| Things she felt when he played for her
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| 'Little Robert Dusty'
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| Stole her heart so easily
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| She could hear him when he sings
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| Double dealing at the crossroads
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| Him and his guitar, they say
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| That something’s been playing them
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| Feeling — down in the fingertips
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| Bold good feeling, woh, oh
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| Like you could die for it
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| And the bird that whistles
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| And the bird that sings
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| And the strong, strong heart beatin'
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| And the stretched — out wings that he made
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| Won’t so easily, won’t so easily fade
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| The talk is, he still comes around
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| Hey from Mississippi when your road is dark as night
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| When nothing else gets to your sadness
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| He’s pickin' up his guitar and he’s feeling it right
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| 'Little Robert Dusty'
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| And they stole his heart so easily
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| He was singin' 'all my love in vain'
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| Killin' at the crossroads
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| But him and his guitar, they say
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| That something’s still playin' them
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| 'Little Robert Dusty'
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| And they stole his heart so easily
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| He was singin' 'all my love in vain'
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| Killin' at the crossroads
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| But him and his guitar, they say
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| That something’s still playin' them |