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It was just a
one-armed diner |
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Nothin' fancy 'bout the place |
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Only nine stools an' a
counter |
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With less atmosphere
than space
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At the griddle in his chef's hat |
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Stood ol' Slim there
slingin' hash |
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Softly singin' to his patrons |
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While he sipped his sour mash
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But the world is always changin' |
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There ain't nothin'
stays the same |
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The old faces
found new places |
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An' the new ones
never came
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Big new diners popped
up 'round him |
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An'
his profits dropped way down |
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While Slim sat alone just waitin' |
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For his friends to come back 'round
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But his business got no
better |
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An' his mind grew more
depressed |
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His grip on life was slippin' |
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As it served him up a
mess
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'Cause the world is always changin' |
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There ain't nothin'
stays the same |
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The old faces
found new places |
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An' the new ones
never came
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Instrumental |
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It was just a
one-armed diner |
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Nothin' fancy 'bout the place |
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It's sad to see
a landmark |
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Disappear without a
trace
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Now his friends all
sit an' wonder |
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What they could've
done or said |
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They found Slim on a dark road |
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With a bullet in
his head
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Yes the world is always changin' |
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There ain't nothin'
stays the same |
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The old faces
found new places |
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And the new ones
never came
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Adios, Slim!
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I'll be stopping by for a slice of pie at your diner in the sky. |
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