Neil Young – Ambulance Blues (Guitar)

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Back in the old folky days

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The air was magic when we played

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The river boat was rocking in the rain

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Midnight was the time for the raid

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Oh Isabella, proud Isabella

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They tore you down and plowed you under

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You're only real with your makeup on

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How could I see you and stay too long

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All along the Navajo Trail

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burnouts stub their toes on garbage pails

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Waitresses are crying in the rain

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Will their boyfriends pass this way again?

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Oh Mother Goose, she's on the skids

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The shoe ain't happy, neither are the kids

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She needs someone that she can scream at

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And I'm such a heel for making her feel so bad

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I guess I'll call it sickness gone

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It's hard to say the meaning to this song

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An ambulance can only go so fast

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It's easy to get buried in the past

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When you try to make a good thing last

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I saw today, in the entertainment section

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There's room at the top for private detection

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To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter

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But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper

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So all you critics sit alone

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You're no better than me for what you've shown

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With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams

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We could get together for some scenes

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Well I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive

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and out on the corner it's half past five

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But the subways are empty and so are the cafes

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Except for the Farmer's Market and I can still hear him sayin'

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"You're all just pissin' in the wind

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You don't know it but you are"

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And there ain't nothing like a friend

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Who can tell you you're just pissin' in the wind

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I never knew a man could tell so many lies

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he had a different story for every set of eyes

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How can he remember who he's talking to?

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Cause I know it ain't me and I hope it isn't you