John Hiatt – Nobody Knew His Name (Guitar)

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Well a man in a Cadillac used to come around here

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Looking for a long black train

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Said his baby left town with an engineer

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Cut across the midnight rain, boys

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Straight across the midnight rain

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Now everybody said he'd been in Vietnam

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When he was pretty young

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That's where his buddy got killed when his rifle jammed

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Now the fighting ain't never done, boys

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No the fighting ain't never done

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Red tip of a cigarette glowin'

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Windows up against the rain

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Night so dark, there was nothing else showin'

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Nobody knew his name, boys

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Nobody knew his name

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Sheriff run him off every once in a while

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But he would be right back

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With a cup of coffee, an old newspaper

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Sitting by the side of the tracks, boys

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Crying by the side of the tracks

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He'd try to keep from turning the tables

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Hired walking horses out at Suffolk Downs

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But there was always some whiskey back at the stables

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If you knew where to look around, boys

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If you knew where to look around

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Red tip of a cigarette glowin'

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Windows up against the rain

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Night so dark, there was nothing else showin'

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But nobody knew his name, boys

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Nobody knew his name

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Slinging pizza and beer down at Waterfront Park

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Handicapping dogs for the clientèle

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A different pick for each one

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Yeah, it didn't matter who won

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Somebody gonna tip him well, boys

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Somebody gonna tip him well

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Well they found him in his Cadillac car

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Out behind the old farm store

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He was sitting there like he was going somewhere

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And he wasn't coming back no more, boys

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He wasn't coming back no more