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The Ways of the World

The Ways of the World
(Steve Gillette & Rex Benson)

There's a place I can seen in the best of my memory
Where it'll always be late in July.
When young love unconcerned with the ways of the world.
Was lost in a moment gone by.

So pardon me if I seem old fashioned
In a world that's changing so fast.
Who would have ever imagined I'd be holding so tight to the past?

And, pardon me, if I cling to tradition
And the love of a small town girl.
And the memories of a young man who was in no position
To be wise in the ways of the world.

So I'll go on alone and trust what I've known about love
Since I was sixteen years old.
I'll stand fast in my dreams, like a rock in the stream.
In the way of the ways of the world.

So pardon me if I seem old fashioned
In a world that's changing so fast.
Who would have ever imagined I'd be holding so tight to the past?

Pardon me, if I cling to tradition
And the love of a small town girl.
And the memories of a young man who was in no position
To be wise in the ways of the world.

And the memories of a young man who had no ambition
To be wise in the ways of the world.

Copyright 1990, Forshadow Songs, BMI
SG

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