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Mayall John 70Th Birthday Concert

Looking back through the years Like I got myself a time machine Memories flood around me People and places where I've been I had the blues for the lost

I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground. I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground. Well, I feel like this when my baby can't be found

Just outside of Fort Worth, Texas, one ninety-nine There's a rundown strip of night clubs, been there for a long, long time Get on, now, towards Jacksboro

Come on over honey Got surprises for you If you ain't got a long time Then a short one will do I wanna touch you baby Let me come and stroke your hair

Just a silly kind of quarrel When we made each other wild Just a silly kind of quarrel When we made each other wild Maybe both of us were wrong But somebody

Watching all the people Like the waves along the shore They hang around he whiskey And every open store I'm walking on sunset And I'll never reach the