The night they drove old Dixie down And all the bells were ringin' And all the people were singin' They went, "Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na" "This is the last song Thank you, thank you, thank you You've been a true delight"

It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this this last" We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere And now

What a shame when a thang blast at ya 'Cause you're lame you're a dame slash actor These dudes are ho's from screws to toes They choose to go bass ackwards Mange Strusic! Bang bou yitch! Follow me now see, check it out I say: this song is dedicated to

This is my swan song. And if the Lord provides the music for the world around to sing, My love will build a castle in the air. Whatever I do now, I do it well. I fell in love with you I love you well. This is my last chance, A chance to show the world

Falling into everything, holding onto one another You're on the last train home again The last train home again This This is the last song played in vain The last song played in vain This This is all I ever could need to make the most of it Trying to get along in

This is the last song (This is the last song) That I will dedicate to you This This is the last song You're pushing I made my peace I will never name again

It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you And I keep on prayin', "Oh Lord, please let this this last" We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere And now

I'm livin' two different lives One girl in the day You in the night And even though this this ain't right I just can't get enough Of the way you put it down You really got me trippin' Hold up baby girl Don't talk just listen

You're the same old song You never thought that I would ever go this this far You said potential couldn't ever last this long The same old song Where were you when I needed you, eight months ago All your girlfriends talkin' 'bout me, now you ringin' up my

This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year Waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow,