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By Jim Croce, I've been up and down and around and 'round and
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By Jim Croce, Well the South side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of
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By Jim Croce, Well, I know it's kinda late
I hope I didn't wake
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By Jim Croce, Operator, well, could you help me place this call?
See, the
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By Jim Croce, Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me
All that I
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By Jim Croce, The railroads and the riverboats that bred the mighty man
That
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By Jim Croce, Gonna tell you a story that you won't believe
But I
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By Jim Croce, If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing
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By Jim Croce, How come we can't talk the way we used to
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By Jim Croce, Which way are you goin'? Which side will you be
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By Jim Croce, My dusty feet have kicked the stones
Between a thousand railroad
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By Jim Croce, Big wheel, don't you roll?
Big diesel, don't you whine
Through the
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By Jim Croce, Perhaps, I'll never show this world all I could be
I
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By Jim Croce, If it were just another day
You know I might have
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By Jim Croce, Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
The harlequin dances
In a costume
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By Jim Croce, I'm a dreamer by nature and I've always been tryin'
To
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By Jim Croce, The last face that I looked on
Can't recall too much
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By Jim Croce, I'd like to think about her and the way she
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By Jim Croce, Tell me, what do people do
When there ain't nothin' to
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By Jim Croce, Oh my room will always have some people
You see Johnny
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By Jim Croce, Lazy days in mid July
Country Sunday mornin'
Dusty haze on summer
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By Jim Croce, Well, out of Southern Illinois
Come a down home country boy
He
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By Jim Croce, Chain Gang - Written by - Sam Cooke
He Don't Love
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By Jim Croce, Like the pine trees linin' the windin' road
I've got a
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By Jim Croce, With just a sleeping bag and an old guitar, I
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By Jim Croce, Well, things were spinnin' 'round me
And all my thoughts were
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By Jim Croce, Ol' man river, that ol' man river
He must know something
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By Jim Croce, I drive a broke down rig on 'May-Pop' tires
Forty foot
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By Jim Croce, I'm walkin' back to Georgia
And I hope, she will take
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By Jim Croce, Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd street got
