"Who draws the crowd and plays so loud, Baby its the guitar man. Whos gonna steal the show, you know Baby its the guitar man,
He can make you love, he can make you cry He will bring you down, then hell get you high Somethin keeps him goin, miles and miles a day To find another place to play.
Night after night who treats you right, Baby its the guitar man Whos on the radio, you go listen To the guitar man
Then he comes to town, and you see his face, And you think you might like to take his place Somethin keeps him driftin miles and miles away Searchin for the songs to play.
Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along, You want to get the meaning out of each and evry song Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own And take them home.
He can make you love, he can get you high He will bring you down, then hell make you cry Somethin keeps him movin, but no one seems to know What it is that makes him go.
Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin But he never seems to notice hes just got to find Another place to play, Anyway got to play, anyway got to play."
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