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You'd have thought a king had died,

The way those people cried
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Instead of one more broken entertainer
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It struck those in his trade

He could have had it made
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If he'd only been a little saner
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  They traveled far to see him
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Oh, the humble and the high
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They said goodbye as if he were a friend

      A
Now somewhere he is smiling
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On those who idolized him
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But would they even recognize him
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If he came back again?

D
He was born of modest means

But had outrageous dreams
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They never let him rest
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Till he fulfilled them
While he rode that train of song
His devils tagged along
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The whiskey and the pills
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Just couldn't kill him
           A
He didn't mean to be a rebel
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Ah, the real ones never do
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They're born apart from ordinary men

      A
And somewhere he is smiling
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On those who sanctified him
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But would they even recognize him
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If he came back again?

         A
It's an old familiar story
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But it's a damn shame none the less
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They don't forgive his kind
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Till they lay them down to rest

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And somewhere he is smiling
     D           G
On those who idolized him
      A               Bm       A
But would they even recognize him
                  D
If he came back again?

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Oh, if he came back again