To make a deal
We’ll find the deal
The old man walks on honey,
The young man looks put,
The old man sighs, “My days are numbered.”
They’ll make a deal
It’s a long old story
They been walking in this city
They’ve been crying and crying
It’s a long old fight
And the answer is screaming now.
On the street in this small town,
In this hot, bright world,
People dream of being free,
They dream of somewhere.
You can say it ain’t free,
It ain’t free.
It ain’t fair to me.
I wrote this love letter,
I wrote it to you.
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