She was born in a brownstone
turn of the century, woke up flat
I'm dirty when I crossed his track
I was a stranger, didn't know much
that his eyes never touched
He said, we gotta have a talk
See, there's a whole lotta ways
From the outside lookin' in
The line is long and thin
You try to make it plain, easy rider
They're gonna carry you out
You wanna play it like a six -gun fighter
Down on Ogallala Boulevard
On the corner of Mer cy Street
Down on Ovalada Boulevard
Where the livin' is short and sweet
Down on Ovalada Boulevard
Down on Ovalada Boulevard
Well I might have been a nobody
Might have been a little bit green
But I knew that my mama's
never ever gonna make that scene, no
You try to make it play it easy, right?
They're gonna carry you out
You wanna play it like a six -gun fighter
Down on Ogallala Boulevard
On the corner of Mer cy Street
Down on Old Atlanta Boulevard
Where the livin' is short and sweet
Down on Old Atlanta Boulevard
Down on Old Atlanta Boulevard
There's a time to turn and
If I learn one single thing
Just keep your head in the air and see
Just where the wind is blowing
Down on the line of Boulevard
Way the line of butterflies
Way down, down on the line of butterflies
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