She came on up from way across the air
From a whiskey swamp
and a vagabond clan
With a tune in her bucket
and her head held high
And a book about her grandpa
flyin' in the skies
She said, man,
it ain't ever gonna be the same
You know I'll give him a chance
But no one can play like Dwayne
Now it was back in the fall of 71
Dwayne met a flatbed comin' home
With a song in the charts
and his Harley flyin' through the air
Now he was just in his tribe
when the angels wept
He said, man,
it ain't ever gonna be the same
You know I'll give him a chance,
no one can play like Wayne
We lose the best, we lose the rest,
we lose it all along the way
We learn to dig down deep,
wipe our hands,
walk away from the grave
She said, I got a hole that just won't fix
As deep as the sky, won't be lips
And the smell of a wing that just won't fly
And I've been carrying this tune
since the angels cried
She said, man, it ain't ever
gonna be the same
And don't give them a chance,
no one can play like Dwayne
She said, man,
it ain't ever gonna be the same
And don't give them a chance,
no one can play like Dwayne
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