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Silver Lakeside
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Well, the hillbillys taught me how to play guitar

City slickers taught me how to be a star

I don't have either of 'em down good yet

So I'm goin to the lake where I first got wet

Yeah I'm goin to the lake where I first got wet



You had tough luck chasin low down guys

You started out sour now, you're pastureized

You got the same pretty mouth with a wiser tongue

I got radar ears, I can listen some

I got radar ears, I can listen to you some



And I'm not gonna push ya, I don't wanna press

I'm not gonna put ya through some kinda test

I'm not lookin for lust or makin up lies

But I just wanna meet ya by the silver lakeside

I remember summer time boys camps, blankets and trunks

I dreamed I had a stripper in my upstairs bunk

I had a dirty kid mind that's how I got through

I could never love a stripper the way I loved you

I could never love a stripper the way I loved you

I wish I had more heart wish I stayed outta bars

Wish I had a big shot to sign my guitars

But a big shot's name is a paint pen scrawl

Couldn't play it anymore, I'd have to hang it on the wall

Couldn't play it anymore, I'd have to hang it on the wall

Chorus

The weather was dry and the whiskey was good

And bad luck you up-chucked it like I knew you would

Said God get me home, I won't do this again

Said I won't be your preacher, but I will be your friend

When your mama finds you like this, you're sure gonna need a friend



We're all lookin for something if it isn't too much

Some are lookin to tell and some are lookin to touch

There's a right time to talk and a wrong way to rub

If I'm lookin for something must be your love

If I'm lookin for something must be your love

And now the lake looks muddy man it's supposed to be silver

Got stood up on the bank but I got to remember

Everything in this world has two or more sides

Like a woman, like a river, like a Ferris wheel ride

Like a woman, like a river, like a Ferris wheel ride

So come on down to the silver lake now

Now we got more to do than the night will allow

You can stick your toes in the milky sand

We can rest our hearts where it all began

We can rest our hearts where it all began

Chorus










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