Night after night who treats you right,
baby it's the guitar man
The guitar man can make you love, he can make you cry,
he'll bring you down, then he'll get you high
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 he's just got to find
Another place to play, Anyway Got to play, anyway Got to play
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