Elliott Murphy – Winners Losers Beggars Choosers (Guitar)

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He was reading Playboy, he was thinking that today, boy, he would try to change

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his pattern; step up on the ladder of succes; maybe buy some new clothes

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She was in a hotel lobby, making money was no hobby, wating for her Suggar Daddy

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she would try to make him happy; heaven knows, she could use new clothes

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Subways full of loners, with their guitars and their Hohners, singing songs of

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pacification 'til the police kick 'em out of the metro station; for disturbing

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the peace.

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I was sleeping in a hotel I was dreaming about a motel, I was somewhere in the

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heartland; gonna make a brand new start man; all I need is Mustang Coupe.

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And there were Winners, Losers, Beggars dying to be Choosers

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I can't stop it, give me strengh and I'll rock it, rock it

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Looking in a mirror, everything was so much clearer, his hairline was receding

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but tonight he would be eating fine food and drinking fine wine.

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He had a slight hangover, when she arrived it was over; he opened the window a

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crack, he told her of his father heart attack; still brought a tear of his eye

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But as she talked, she said, “you lost me, could you order me some coffee? I'm

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confused about your marriage and your wife and the baby carriage”, he said, “it's

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the way things go”, 

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And the taxis were lined up, the guest lists were signed up with the promise of

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the evening, her perfume was teasing and strong and she feld nothing at all

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And there were Winners, Losers, Beggars dying to be Choosers

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I can't stop it, give me strengh and I'll rock it, rock it

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Later in the deli, she said “don't you dare sell me shorter than you, I'm only

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making ends meet all the time”, he said “I know what you mean”

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She said “why don't you play guitar”, he said “my place ain't far, we'll discuss

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politcs ...” but all they heard was the way the clock would tick, the way time

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stood still

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“Have you ever been to Venice? You know I could take us, I need to get away, 

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I need” and she started to cry, he said “you don't need to say nothing”

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And the gondolas, they were lined up, the Grand Canal was shined up, they were

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sipping cappucino and pigeons flew in harmony and he smiled and he said, 

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“This is really something”

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And there were Winners, Losers, Beggars dying to be Choosers

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I can't stop it, give me strengh and I'll rock it, rock it