Al Stewart – Accident On 3Rd Street (Guitar)

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Linda was killed last Saturday about fifteen blocks from where she lives

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In a car crash, people gathered around the graveside friends and relatives dressed in black

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The service started at half-past ten, it was all over by eleven

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They say it's God's to give, and God's to take away,

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But why He happened to pick Linda on a Saturday night, no one could say.

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Maybe it's just one of those things

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One of those things

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They found guy the who did it, he had the lobotomy and the chicken eyes,

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And he gazed around the courtroom with a kind of vague surprise

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Reminded me of one of those Vikings with the long-handled swords

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The kind of guy that even Joan Baez would not feel non-violent towards

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 Said he wasn't looking, maybe he'd had a bit too much

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It was dark, it was raining, he didn't see the light or some such

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It was just one of those things,

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One of those things.

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I asked my local guru about the situation, and he gave me this reply

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While pointing a bony finger up into the general direction of the sky:

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"Get on with your own life, it is not ours to reason why"

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Said he used to worry about it once when he was young

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 He left me with a feeling that what he said was basically sound

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Like a black hole in space, or philosophy, useless but profound

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Just one of those things,

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One of those things.

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Tonight, I'm gonna take myself down to my local cafe

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Gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna waste myself away

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 Gonna drink and drink and sink into that dark abyss

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I wanna be just like that Viking, I wanna know if ignorance is truly bliss.

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 Linda's in the cold ground, won't see her anymore

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Somewhere out on the highway tonight, the drunken engines roar

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It's just one of those things,

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One of those things.