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I couldn't help but overhear you talkin' to yourself
How she slipped right through your hands
And in between all of the four...
Swingin' doors
Neon lights
Hardwood floors
It's Saturday night
Got on my dancing boots
I've got a cold...
Some people say I'm one of those guys with blessings in life overlooked
Sometimes I feel like the tatter torn pages of some old...
Well, I'm gonna have to get a new mailbox
'Cuz all she left me was a hole
And I'm gonna hafta get a new washin' machine...
I've lead a lifetime fightin' this land
Workin' for nothin with these dry, callused hands
I'm a slave to the sun, It ain't...
People ask me What you doin' son
You're gonna drive yourself insane
You'll never find the sunshine
When you're followin'...
It was rainin' hard in Houston when I ran into her
I searched for conversation but I was lost for words
Then a cloud of tear...
She took the TV and the toaster
She took the curtains and the car
I guess she took for granted
I wouldn't take it very...
You've got a glow that's not a suntan
And a new gleam in your eyes
Oh, it must have been one great vacation
Girl, you...
It looks a little weathered, so it looks good on me
But since you've left I'm wearin' this old hat differently
Pain, wind, rain...
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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, she was a seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, she'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, she was a seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, she'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
[Thanks to jkwiley@ev1.net for correcting these lyrics]
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