The Pawns are Bob Elliott and Matt Perez
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Strong Along the Way
Strong along the way
She holds the hands of time
Softer sweeter lips
Strong along the line
Central Valley kid
She stole away my heart
Skirt upon her hips
I loved her from the start
She's hungry for the real thing
and I wanna be the real thing
She's trying to find the real thing
and I'm trying to be the real thing
With the shovels and the picks
Box of vibrant sand
Pencils and the books
We found our holy land
and I love her lovely look
Love her pretty face
and I would not be mistook
Here standing in my place
She's hungry for the real thing
I'm trying to be the real thing
She wanna have a real thing
and I wanna be the real thing
The right side of the moon
Tells me what's to come
and I know I wanna be
Her true and only one
and I know I want to see
Her hair the way it sways
When she's all alone with me
Here standing in my place
She's hungry for the real thing...
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