Sunday Morning Paper

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Sunday morning paper said
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"Rock 'n' Roll is surely dead!"
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Somethin' hit me deep down in my soul
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Lord I know,       it's just Rock 'n' Roll

[Verse 1]
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Never one time did I ever
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Dream you wouldn't live forever
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Betcha never planned on gettin' old
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Looked like you were born to lose
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Your slicked back hair and your prison blues
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Mother tried to keep you from that row
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Lord I know,       it's just Rock 'n' Roll

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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Well you showed up from the underground
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Bakersfield, Tulsa-town
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An inch away from needin' crowd control
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Lord I know, Oh Lord I know!

[Verse 3]
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Women, wine and Benzedrine
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Out to break the Big Machine
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Gettin' off the low-down for the truth
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Fightin' at it fingernail and tooth

[Verse 4]
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Somewhere between 10 and 2
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Someone's wishin' they were you
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Make a livin' off your highs and lows
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Lord I know, it's just Rock 'n' Roll

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 5]
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Never one time did I ever
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Dream you wouldn't live forever
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Betcha never planned on gettin' old
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Bangin' on a baby grand
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Play that thing to beat the band
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Screamin' out for everything you're worth
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Well you dressed up like the greatest show on Earth

[Outro]
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Sunday morning paper said
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"Rock 'n' Roll is surely dead!"
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I don't think I'll ever let it go
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Even though it's just Rock 'n' Roll