Nortabs

Intro:
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I remember back in ‘68, as a boy
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I lay there listening to The Bee Gees

My brother came so proudly back from town
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With his new bought black LP
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He switched on his old record player, and filled the room
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With Folsom Prison Blues, and I’d say
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The power and the feelings in your voice
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Nearly took my breath away


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Your records are still spining around the world!
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Here’s to you, The Man in Black!

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And it burns, burns, burns, a ring of fire, a ring of fire
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Because your mine, I walk the line


You wore black for all the poor ones and the beaten down
for the sick and lonely old
for the prisoner who’s the victim of the times
and for the hungry and the cold
I hope that things are brighter now n’ I-Believe
that the Lord is on your side
And that your dear wife is standin’ right beside-you
And you both are wearing white


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Your memories and your music will last for ever!
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Here’s to you, The Man in Black!

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He’s gone, gone, gone, gone back home!
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He’s gone, gone, gone, gone back home!