It was late one night in Southern Texas
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My dad was playing in a rock-n-roll band
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He took me along to a place called Cheatem Street
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My bags were packed, I was ready to meet you for the first time
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Oh but a phone call would have been nice
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I guess you're stuck with what was given to you
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And the world couldn't change my spirit
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This will remain the same
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You were young and living like you wanted to
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I understand because I packed up and left just like you did
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At 17 you think you got the whole world in your hands
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Oh in so many ways you did
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I don't want to have you worry no more
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Let's forgive and forget and finish what we started
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So we can move on
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I want you to know I really needed you then
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And I can use you now
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I talked to you by listening to all of those stupid songs
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I would sit along side of the fence
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Now you're doing fine and you're gigging here and there
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It's been nice to know you for the past few years
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When you're living the same dream it's easy to read each other for sure
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Ohhh it could have turned out so different
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I guess you're stuck with what was given to you
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And the world couldn't change my spirit
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This will remain forever
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I don't want to have you worry no more
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Let's forgive and forget and finish what we started
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So we can move on
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Cheetum Street
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Blind Melon |