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One, two, three
There ain't a thing in the world to take me back
Like a dark-haired girl in a Cadillac
On main street of an old forgotten town
And sunlight shines in fine white lines
On weathered stores with open signs
They may as well just close 'em down
And you look like 1968 or was it '69?
When I heard you caught a bullet
Well, I guess you're doing fine
And you speak of revolution
Like it's some place that you've been
Well, you've been a long time gone
Good to see you, my old friend
Oh, now that sun is gone away
Replaced instead by silver age
And moonlight falling on the avenue
Oh, and I could sleep if you would drive
I just can't keep my mind alive
And you've got nothing better else to do
And we've all been looking for you
Like a hobo you walk in
Well, how the mighty all have fallen
How the holy all have sinned
Is that the clattering of sabers
Or the cool September wind?
Well, you've been a long time gone
Good to see you, my old friend
And there's just two times of day like this
You find this kind of blissfulness
The sun, it sets and rises in the morn
And we're shakin hands, I rub my eyes
Free of all my alibis
Just a-blinking like the day that I was born
And you look like 1968 or was it '69?
When I heard you caught a bullet
Well, I guess you're doing fine
And you speak of revolution
Like it's some place that you've been
Well, you've been a long time gone
Good to see you, my old friend
And when the rounds were fired that April, you were on the balcony
When ten thousand teardrops a-hit the ground in Memphis, Tennessee
You were a prideful rebel yell among a million marching men
And you've been a long time gone
Good to see you, my old friend
Well, you've been a long time gone
Good to see you, my old friend
