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James W K
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Date Posted: 10:42:25 08/08/05 Mon
>OLD VIOLIN
>(Written by Johnny Paycheck)
>Johnny Paycheck
>
>
>Well, I can't recall, one time in my life,
>I've felt as lonely as I do tonight.
>I feel like I could lay down, and get up no more,
>It's the damndest feelin'; I never felt it before.
>
>Tonight I feel like an old violin,
>Soon to be put away and never played again.
>Don't ask me why I feel like this, hell, I can't say.
>I only wish this feelin' would just go away.
>
>I guess it's 'cos the truth,
>Is the hardest thing I ever faced.
>'Cos you can't change the truth,
>In the slightest way. I tried.
>
>So I asked myself,
>I said: "John, where DO you go from here?"
>Then like a damned fool,
>I turned around and looked in the mirror.
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>And there I saw, an old violin.
>Soon to be put away and never played again.
>
>So one more time, just to be sure,
>I said: "John, where in the hell do you go from here?"
>You know that when a nickel's worth of difference,
>And I looked in the mirror, that's when I knew.
>
>That there I was seein', an old violin.
>Soon to be put away, and never played again.
>
>And just like that, it hit me,
>That old violin and I were just alike.
>We'd give our all to music,
>And soon, we'd give our life.
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