It's four in the morning, battered and numb
A loaded room, an empty gun
I whistle a tune I heard years before
The clock started ticking, where did the time go?
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I danced to the morning, she called out my name
The wind was a howling and down came the rain
Her arms, they caressed me, sweet was her brow
She opened my eyes to banish the doubt
Wash me down in all your joy
But don't drag me through this again
I've heard all your sad songs I can hear
It's in with the whiskey and out with the gin
I've heard all your sad songs I can hear
It's another day older in these exiled years
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The dew on the ground blankets the face
Cold was the night and gone her embrace
For your land of the free now prisons me
To rot in this jail of lost liberty
Wash me down in all your joy
Don't drag me through this again
If you know Los Angeles, join in
I've heard all your sad songs I can hear
It's in with the whiskey and out with the gin
I've heard all your sad songs I can hear
It's another day older in these exiled years
Walk away
Watch me as I wave
One foot here
But sure the other's in the grave
Walk away, walk away
I've heard all your sad songs I can hear
It's in with the whiskey and out with the gin
I've heard all your sad songs I can hear
It's another day older in these exiled years
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There is shank of a drunk people
You can tell he's our manager, can't you?
He's the only one not covered the shit
I'm joking for god's sake
This is going out for young Mr. Schmidt's uncle Joe over here
A banjo legend
So do us a big favor
The great theater
Get your dacing shoes on
Mr. Bob Schmidt on the banjo