Текст песни
When
the
sun's
done
set
this
ev'ning
You
will
find
me
that
much
furhter
down
the
line;
This
big
ol'
rat
race
city's
gone
and
Put
me
through
the
wringer
my
last
time;
Your
big
shot
wheeler
dealers
don't
know
eve'rything
And
least
of
all
what's
right;
I'm
going
back
to
Arlindale
to
listen
to
the
music
of
the
night.
Your
golden
city
parkways
And
your
boulevards
of
lamp
light
luxury
Made
yesterday's
decisions
seem
Essential
to
a
dreamer
much
like
me;
A
constant
stream
of
ev'rything
I'd
heard
about
Was
fin'ly
in
my
sights;
I'm
going
back
to
Arlindale
to
listen
to
the
music
of
the
night.
Well,
the
weather's
getting
warmer
and
the
World
back
there
has
woken
up
for
Spring;
Please
tell
my
friend
the
newsboy
not
to
worry
That
I'm
missing
anything;
This
little
bag
is
all
I'm
taking
with
me,
Boys,
I've
go
to
travel
light;
I'm
going
back
to
Arlindale
to
listen
to
the
music
of
the
night.
I'm
going
back
to
Arlindale
to
listen
to
the
music
of
the
night.
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