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By Molly Hatchet, On the south side of chicago on
A freezin' winter night
In
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By Molly Hatchet, Well, I've been to Alabama, people - ain't a whole
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By Molly Hatchet, I had me a woman one time,
Back a long time
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By Molly Hatchet, Well, you've seen us before,
You're going to see us again,
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By Molly Hatchet, Once we had each other
We had security
Anything she wanted
But she
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By Molly Hatchet, Goodbye, to you girl, we really had some good times,
Then
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By Molly Hatchet, I rode into town with my ear to the ground,
Looking
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By Molly Hatchet, Jackson tennessee is the only place to start
Close to charlie's
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By Molly Hatchet, Well I'm going such a long way out of here
Well
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By Molly Hatchet, Remember how we used to play, laughed and fought the
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By Molly Hatchet, Four decades ago an man left mississippi
To fight the war
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By Molly Hatchet, Hometown sweethearts who ran in the dark
Only made a move
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By Molly Hatchet, I see it on tv watch it everyday
Men with no
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By Molly Hatchet, Johnny saw her ridin' on a streetcar named desire
His fate
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By Molly Hatchet, I left my home down in georgia and headed to
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By Molly Hatchet, Your slippn' out the back door, slidin' down the lane,
Whatcha
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By Molly Hatchet, Well, I've been stepped on, baby,
By people I thought were
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By Molly Hatchet, Instrumental
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By Molly Hatchet, Well, baby used to stay out all night long
She made
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By Molly Hatchet, I think I was about seventeen when my pappy said
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By Molly Hatchet, I heard a voicebox chatter in the neighborhood
They say Slim
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By Molly Hatchet, Thinkin' back, thinkin' way back when
There was only you and
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By Molly Hatchet, Old biker dream rollin' to the rally
In the wind with
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By Molly Hatchet, She walked in the bar room,
Not a day over 22,
Heads
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By Molly Hatchet, You can break a mirror
Light three on a match
Walk under
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By Molly Hatchet, Well some people bitch, Lord, some people holler,
About the long
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By Molly Hatchet, I saw Uncle John
With a long tall Sally
He saw Aunt
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By Molly Hatchet, All alone with a full moon to light my night.
Been
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By Molly Hatchet, Well, it happened up in detroit
It was my kind of
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By Molly Hatchet, I pack my bags
Strappin' on a friend
Make it lucky
On this