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Neil Young - The Road Of Plenty Lyrics

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  • One day a visitor took a trip through my town
  • We all were dancin till he took his beat away
  • Come to think of it, he thought of every last detail
  • Slipped out late one night
  • Completely out of sight
  • Left his message etched into my brain.
  • And when the gates are closed on the road of plenty
  • The fist comes poundin down you feel it everyday
  • Its hard to really know if you are full or empty
  • Here it comes again
  • You think Im your old friend
  • But now were not so easily found.
  • Me and my old corvette, we were flying through the night
  • Chasin my blonde lover down skyline
  • She saw the tail lights flash to avoid the crash
  • It was way too late
  • When I hit the brakes
  • And we went spinnin with a screeching sound.
  • I was talkin to my friend, tellin him I lucked out
  • He smiled at me and said Im glad you feel that way
  • And when I wrote that down on a piece of paper
  • Beneath a garbage heap
  • Down upon the street
  • A mariachi band began to play.
  • Up in the gold hotel, the money hits the table
  • The heavies are all there, thats why the deal goes down
  • With beautiful women all dressed in diamonds and sable
  • Down upon the street
  • Beside a garbage heap
  • A mariachi band began to play.
  • In eldorado town there lives a great bullfighter
  • His eyes are screamin blue, his hair is red as blood
  • And when the gate goes up, the crowd gets so excited
  • Then he comes dancin out
  • Dressed in gold lami
  • He kills the bull and lives another day.

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