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Waters and Gilmour

Never saw Hendrix, he was gone before I was born

Morrison drank his life away, a rider on the storm

Never saw Ronnie V. or Alan or Steve Gaines

Now that Bonzo's gone, does the song remain the same?

Never saw him, I could only wave goodbye

He was laid to rest by a catcher in the rye

And then I think about those ten years that went by

I don't understand, I'll probably never know why

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But what ever happened to Waters and Gilmour?

Two pigs on a wing who missed their own encore

Duck behind, here comes a wrecking ball

Tear down every brick, tear down the whole damn wall

Looked to the dark side of the moon and stars and in-between

It's never quite as dark or lonely as it seems

I breathe in the air and watch the time go by

Everybody's waiting for that great gig in the sky

Well, now the machine has all but gone away

They rode the gravy train right past East L.A.

They hit the strip and then they chartered one more plane

Back across the Atlantic its never been the same

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L.A. Groove

L.A. is my town

I've got the runaround

There's so many people everywhere

There's always something going down

Irvine to Malibu, Venice Beach and Pamona too

Simi Valley and Diamond Bar Tustin, Cypress, and Lincoln Park

Groovin' down Temple Street

Kangaroo boots on my feet

Hiding in an alley and ducking the heat

Cuz I'm caught in a frame and I'm hanging by my feet

Seems once again, I got myself caught in another jam

Got no money and no place to stay, but I'll get myself out somehow some way

Well, Martin's your name and your runnin' a game

Don't matter who you take cuz you got no shame

Suckers are born and you can't be blamed

So you take what you get cuz the money's the same

But, what you gonna do when everybody comes looking for you?

What you gonna do when Gandy comes to collect what's due?

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Then Rode Three

Dust rose from theground, and into the air

A cool wind blew the rain all through my hair

With a six shooter by my side, I headed for the trees

But there ain't no place to hide from a ten man posse

Stranger in town and that was known well

Took the posse only one day to put me in their cell

Scape goat I was, and that was plain to see

But it didn't matter they said "hang him on a tree"

A killer on the loose and me the captive goat

Tomorrow morning that noose was going around my throat

But then with a loud blast the jail crumbled down

I didn't know what happened but I didn't stick around

I ran for the nearest horse and straddled on the saddle

Everyone was up now and I could hear the bullets rattle

Crazy Jimmy and Guitar Mike were heading for the trees

I joined the two, the two that set me free

And then rode three ...