| She left Dallas for California
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| With an old friend at her side
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| Well he did not say much
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| But one year later
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| He’d ask her to be his wife
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| And the lights of L.A. County
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| They look like diamonds in the sky
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| When you’re driving through the hours
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| With an old friend at your side
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| One year later I left Houston
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| With an old friend at my side
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| Well it did not say much
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| But it was a beauty
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| Of a coal black .45
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| And the lights of L.A. County
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| They look like diamonds in the sky
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| When you’re driving through the hours
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| With an old friend at your side
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| So I drove on all the day long
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| And I drove on through the night
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| And I thought of her a’waiting
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| For to be his blushing bride
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| And the lights of L.A. County
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| They looked like diamonds in the sky
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| As I drove into the valley
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| With my old friend at my side
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| And as she stood there at the altar
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| All dressed in her gown of white
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| Lord her face was bright as the stars a’shining
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| Like I’d dreamed of all my life
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| And they kissed each other
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| And they turned around
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| And they saw me standing in the aisle
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| Well I did not say much
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| I just stood there watching
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| As that .45 told them goodbye
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| And the lights of L.A. County
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| Look like diamonds in the sky
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| When you’re kneeling at the altar
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| With an old friend at your side
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| And the lights of L.A. County
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| Are a mighty pretty sight
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| When you’re kneeling at the altar
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| With an old friend at your side |