By Brian Adams
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Intro: |
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I got my | first real six string | , bought it at the five & dime |
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Played it ‘til my fingers bled, | it was the summer of sixty-nine |
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Me and some | guys from school | had a band and we | tried real hard |
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Jimmy quit and | Jody got married, | shoulda known we'd | never get far |
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Ain't no use complaining | when you got a job to do |
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Spent my evenings down at the drive in | and that's when I | met you |
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Man we were | killin' time |
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We were | young and reckless, we | needed to unwind |
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I guess | nothing can last for | ever, for | ever |
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And now the | times are changing | , look at everything | that's come and gone |
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Sometimes when I | play my old six string | I think about you | wonder what went wrong |
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