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Old 97 S The Grand Theatre Volume One

the elevator In the Grand Theater I look you in the eye and say "I'd like to see you later" But you don't understand I take you the Tate Museum There's

Every night is Friday night Without you Every night is Friday night Without you When I was young I was dumb as a rock I could not read a clock And nothin

Please hold on while the train is moving Oh well, you better hold tight 'cause it's really moving And though it's night, it's hot And the fingertips know

keeps talkin' about walkin' Away from where we are And it's so easy To be a man in pain Turn off your heart And let the whiskey take the reins Yeah, it's

, what's in the shell?" I tell them, "No human tongue can tell" I tell them, "No human tongue can tell" Hey, you said too much of what went down Ain't no word's

When the day breaks on Cedar Creek Lake Or my life rolls into Rome When the sun goes down on Austin town That's when I'll know I'm home What a time we