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At a bar down in Dallas
Em
An old man chimed in
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And they thought he was out of his head
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And all being young men
Em
They just laughed it off
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When they heard what this old man had said
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He said I'll never again
Em
Turn the young ladies' heads
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Or go running off into the wind
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I'm three quarters home
Em
From the start to the end
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And I wish I was eighteen again
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Oh I wish I was eighteen again
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And going where I've never been
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Now old folks and old oaks
Em
Standing tall, just pretend
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I wish I was eighteen again
"Musical Turn Around"
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Time turns the pages
Em
And life goes so fast
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The years turn the dark hair all grey
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I talk to some young folks
Em
But they don't understand
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The words this old man's got to say
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Oh I wish I was eighteen again
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And going where I've never been
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Now old folks and old oaks
Em
Standing tall, just pretend
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I wish I was eightee-een again
Em A7 D
Oh I wish I was eighteen again...
