The Backsliders - Abe Lincoln

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I could've have been Abe Lincoln sportin fifty dollar glasses
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Standing at the bar throwing all the girls passes
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Standing in the rain at the end of the line
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Trying to steal something that'll never be mine

Could've been Gene Harlow eating popcorn at the movies
Still trying to make me listen to some old Flaming Groovies
Standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vine
Trying to give me something that will never be mine

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You're fading slow like a blood stain on my sleeve
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And I'm learning faster and faster what it takes to leave

Well I could've been a saint and not a rank backslider
Praying in a cell but I was so deep inside of her
Sittin on the tracks with a bottle of wine
Tryin to find something that will never be mine

You're fading slow like a blood stain on my sleeve
And I'm learning faster and faster what it takes to leave
And I'm learning faster and faster what it takes to leave  Yeah

Solo


Could've been that blonde in that big red Cadillac
Flying down the Avenue B baby screaming balls to you daddy I ain't never coming back
Smiling through the glass like an angel divine
Just another kiss that will never be mine

You're fading slow like a blood stain on my sleeve
And I'm learning faster and faster what it takes to leave

You're fading slow like a blood stain on my sleeve
And I'm learning faster and faster what it takes to leave yeah