Old Town Rock N Roll

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I'd like to say, "Adios, my friend" and go down to old Mexico
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I'd like to say, "Goodbye, my love," and move up to Ontario
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But they stop me at the borderline, said, "Who's the real wetback this time?"

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And that's old town rock and roll
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Old town rock and roll
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Well, I used to know a girl down here, pour flowers in her hair
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She danced around the jukebox, son, said she'd follow me anywhere
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Well, I think of her from time to time,   standing in the welfare line
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Thinkin' about all the places we were supposed to go
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Well, the smoke stacks will make you cough,  I'm tired of being laid off

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And that's old town rock and roll
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Old town rock and roll
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Well, I used to have a band down here in my old neighborhood
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Sometimes we'd just get drunk, sometimes we sounded good
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But their ain't no new songs to sing,  just karaoke and buffalo wings

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And that's old town rock and roll
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Old town rock and roll
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Old town    rock and roll

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Well, I should have gone to school, I guess, instead of goin' downtown to get a dime
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Should have kept my old car from runnin' outta gas that time
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Well, I got a lotta I.O.U.s, I mean, come on man, what are you supposed to do?

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With old town rock and roll
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Old town rock and roll
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Old town    rock and roll

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