Capo 3
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Richey Lee was his father's boy
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Big, loud, hard drinkin bundle of joy
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A walkin laugh, wrapped up in corduroy
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Richey couldn't do no wrong
Grew up with a fast runnin' crowd
Good bunch of boys, just a little too loud
Can't fault a man for being proud
Richey kept rollin' on
Spent his days in a rock and roll band
Tellin jokes a guitar in his hand
Tryin hard to meet every demand
Of all those late night shows
Whiskey drunk on a Saturday night
She caught his eye comin' out of the light
Half way there he had to get in a fight
Back home, that's just the way it goes
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Strange days they leave you in wonder
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And good times, they don't always stay
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And true love it will shake you like thunder
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But old friends just fade away, old friends just fade away
Summertime on the river again
Fishin poles and a two dollar grin
Ain't ever gonna laugh like that again
Fallin' right to the ground
Count the miles down to New Orleans
Borrowed cash and dirty blue jeans
Couple of boys lookin' for Cajun queens
Thinkin' they own the town
But we all left to find work out of town
Even wild ones they slow down
Richey felt like he was comin unwound
Got tired of playin' the game
Liquor bottles pilin' up before noon
Richey said he just needed some room
We all saw the end comin' way too soon
And man that's an awful shame
Chorus
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