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The old man was sitting on the tailgate of a '62 Ford flatbed |
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Picking on an old guitar, |
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he looked at me and said, "The engine's dead" |
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"It was a good run son", as he strummed a melancholy chord " |
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"Now I've got nothing but time to kill until the coming of the Lord" " |
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Well he played me a few songs, one about a Randall knife |
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One about a train, one about the pain of losing the love of his life |
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He took a puff of that cigarette, |
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blew a breath of smoke that could smother |
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He said, "They always said these would kill me, |
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and they did" then he laughed, and he lit another |
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He said "I hear that you write songs, boy, |
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play me one that I might know" |
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So I sang him my latest greatest hit, a number one on MusicRow |
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He stopped me before I could finish the verse, |
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said, "I think I've heard enough of that |
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When you've heard one, you've heard 'em all", |
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with a grimace of a grin he took his old guitar back |
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He said, "I guess that's alright if that's all you've got to give |
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If that's all you've got to say, in this one life you've got to live |
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There's no meaning in your melody, so predictable and weak |
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Wasted words and shallow rhymes, |
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I'd rather hear a woman cuss me a blue streak" |
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"You see, the pencil to the pad is like the bullet to the gun" |
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The pen is mightier than the sword |
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if the words are forged from fire from the sun |
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Yet some do it for the fame, the fun, the money and all the glory |
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Yet some do it for their weary soul wont rest |
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until they tell their story" |
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"You gotta make 'em feel what you feel, " |
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help 'em dream a dream and make 'em wonder |
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It's like catch lightning in a bottle, |
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make 'em smell the rain and hear the thunder |
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Let 'em taste the tears of joy |
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or the bittersweet taste of sin |
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Find the passion in a four letter word or a Sunday morning Amen" |
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And then flicked his ashes and he pointed at my heart |
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Said, "If you're searching for solid gold, |
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that'd be a real good place to start |
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Let the words speak for themselves, |
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tell the truth, right or wrong |
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Bare your soul for all to see, |
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all for the sake of the song" |
