Rue De La Guitare

Rue De La Guitare - Jimmy Buffett
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A Sunday off in Gay Paree
I was bound for the sacred street
God's the draw up on Montmartre
But not Rue de la Guitare
Ne pas Rue de la Guitare
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Like melodies that never fade
B-girls perform their masquerades
Pigale is still a strange bazaar
Down on Rue de la Guitare
Rue de la Guitare
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Windows filled with long lost dreams
Unfinished songs on rusty strings
From Nazareth across the sea
She'd somehow caught up with me
Her fait accompli
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I read the wood and felt the scars
They spoke of nights in smoky bars
How many songs, how many beers
Had caused her journey here
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A toast to those who love to hear
A D-18 played Lightfoot clear
Music still lives in shops and bars
Along Rue de la Guitare
Rue de la Guitare
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Now over here, people say
"Comment ça va, Monsieur Buffett
Un verre de vin, une chanson a jouer"
Vive Rue de la Guitare
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