| Hey let him follow you down,
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| Way underground wind and he’s bound.
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| Bound to follow you down,
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| Just a dead beat right off the street.
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| Bound to follow you down.
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| Well the ballrooms and smelly bordellos
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| And dressing rooms filled with parasites.
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| On stage the band has got problems,
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| They’re a bag of nerves on first nights.
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| He ain’t tied down to no home town,
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| Yeah, and he thought he was wreckless.
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| You think he’s bad, he thinks you’re mad,
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| Yeah, and the guitar player gets restless.
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| And his coat is torn and frayed,
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| It’s seen much better days.
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| Just as long as the guitar plays
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| Let it steal your heart away,
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| Let it steal your heart away.
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| Joe’s got a cough, sounds kind a rough,
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| Yeah, and the codeine to fix it.
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| Doctor prescribes, drug store supplies,
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| Who’s gonna help him to kick it
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| Well his coat is torn and frayed,
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| It`s seen much better days.
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| Just as long as the guitar plays
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| Let it steal your heart away,
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| Let it steal your heart away. |