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Well I woke up this morning, the place was such a wreck

I couldn't reach the bathroom , thought I'd better clear the deck

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I tried to call the lawyer and asked him what to do

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He referred me to his doctor, who referred me back to you

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And when you checked the manual you kept in side the case

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It said 'put it in a cool dry place'

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I drove around the city, looking for a room

That was high above the water, where my things could be in tune

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There was no one to help me, nobody even cared

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I had to go through hell to get those things up there

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I paid my first subscription, then I joined the idle race

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and they said 'store it in a cool dry place'

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I got guitar, basses, amplifiers and drums

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Accordions and mandolins and things that sometimes hum

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Cymbals and harmonicas, capos by the score

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And lots of things in boxes laying all around the floor

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Some places they get mildew and others get too hot

Some places are so damp that everything you got just rots

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All kinds of condensation, a direct result of rains

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There's not much compensation when everything's been stained

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Some have sentimental value that cannot be erased

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Go store it in a cool dry place


SOLO (Sorry, but I don't have the solo, just play the chords used in the verse)


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We got solids and acoustics and some from plywood board

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And some are trimmed in leather and some are made with gourds

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There's organs and trombones, and reverbs we can use

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Lots of dx-7s and old athletic shoes

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I bought a great big building that took up one whole block

I made an inventory of all the things in stock

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The place was getting longer I was up all night

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I used up all my pencils, but I went on despite

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The blurring of my vision, the sweat upon my face

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I've got to put this stuff away, I mustn't leave a trace

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The landlord's breathing down my neck, he says it's a disgrace

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So I said 'put it in a cool, dry, place.'