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Busy city full of talk-back talk,
Let them talk away;
Mostly they don't mean no harm,
They all got to say their say.
I tell my story as it goes along,
I got my own load to haul;
I know sometimes I will be wrong,
And when I fall, I'll fall.
Only please,
Don't you be the one,
Don't you be the one,
Don't you be the one who brings me down.
The thought of having you against me,
Is a thought this man just can't stand;
When he's standing tall for the rest of the world,
He's tremblin' in the palm of your hand.
Busy city full of talk-back talk,
Let them talk away;
Mostly they don't mean no harm,
They all got to say their say.
I tell my story as it goes along,
I got my own load to haul;
I know sometimes I will be wrong,
And when I fall, I'll fall.
Only please,
Don't you be the one,
Don't you be the one,
Don't you be the one who brings me down.
Don't you be the one,
Don't you be the one,
Don't you be the one who brings me down.
Recorded by Rawlins Cross of St. John's, NL (Reel 'n' Roll, trk#2, 1993, Ground Swell Records, Halifax, Nova Scotia, recorded, mixed and mastered at Solar Audio Recording Studios, Halifax, Nova Scotia).
