John Prine – Leave The Lights On (Guitar)

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Feeling kind of boney on the telephoney

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Talking to Marconi eating Rice-A-Roni

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Nominated for Tony for acting like a phony

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Watching Twilight Zoney on my forty-two inch Sony

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This is just a long song it ain't no poem

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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

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It's like sitting in the kitchen when the music's really bitchin'

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Your nose it starts to itchin' as you count your old age pension

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Did I forget to mention the ride that I was hitchin'

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To the aluminum convention I had such good intentions

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Keep you cotton pickin' fingers off my song poem

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And leave the lights on till your baby gets home

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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

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Don't forget your toothbrush your hairbrush and your comb

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Leave the lights on till you baby gets home

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Got a big ol' dog a chrome crowbar

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I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car

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Me and Billy Shakespeare stepped out to get a root beer

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We sat together so near people thought we were queer

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Punctuated by the big scare we joined the Air Force right there

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To defend our country first class who couldn't give a rat's ass

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Don't you tell me that the White House is my home

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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

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Leave the lights on till your baby gets home

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Don't forget your toothbrush your hairbrush and your comb

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Leave the lights on till you baby gets home

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Got a big ol' dog a big iron bar

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I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car

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It's like kissing Greta Garbo with a mouth full of marbles

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Like trying to cash a paycheck un the middle of a train wreck  

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Leave the lights on leave the lights on

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Like trying to get aroundo in a car made of bondo

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Like speaking German lingo to a dog named Dingo - Plotz!!

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Leave the lights on leave the lights on

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Like a french-fried quesadilla in a franchised pizzeria

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Leave the lights on leave the lights on

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   A big iron bar

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I keep that mother humper in the back seat of my car