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Bruce Hornsby
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Bruce Hornsby
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And he stands at the banquet room bar
Looking over the crowd
The reunion band playing too loud
And he sees his fellow old star
Looks him up and down
Sees a little of himself in his frown

The stander on the mountain
Looking for the fountains to think some, to drink some
About the old days
King of the mountain
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one
And the stander on the mountain

Let us sit and talk of old times
That's what we're supposed to do
And you don't look a day over thirty-two
Yes we were so funny and wild
There's an old friend of mine
Says I'm looking back most all the time

And the stander on the mountain
Listens to the sound of the city streets, the lonely beat
The town he once owned
King of the mountain
Nothing could be found from the old ways, the old days
When he was the one
And the stander on the mountain runs
King of the hill runs away

Oh she's knocking on your door tonight
Oh she wants to see if she remembers right
Say won't you come outside tonight
Alright
They drive to the lookout on the hill

And when it was over
They sat there and looked back
Tomorrow was way in the distance
Tomorrow was along time away
Nobody thought much about it
And there's nothing wrong if we live for today

I recalled when you filled it on up
And you bowed to the crowd
The girls in the short skirts screaming loud

The stander on the mountain
Looking for the fountain to think some, to drink some
About the old days
Big man around town
Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
When he was the one
And the stander on the mountain runs

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    And he stands at the banquet room bar
    Looking over the crowd
    The reunion band playing too loud
    And he sees his fellow old star
    Looks him up and down
    Sees a little of himself in his frown

    The stander on the mountain
    Looking for the fountains to think some, to drink some
    About the old days
    King of the mountain
    Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
    When he was the one
    And the stander on the mountain

    Let us sit and talk of old times
    That's what we're supposed to do
    And you don't look a day over thirty-two
    Yes we were so funny and wild
    There's an old friend of mine
    Says I'm looking back most all the time

    And the stander on the mountain
    Listens to the sound of the city streets, the lonely beat
    The town he once owned
    King of the mountain
    Nothing could be found from the old ways, the old days
    When he was the one
    And the stander on the mountain runs
    King of the hill runs away

    Oh she's knocking on your door tonight
    Oh she wants to see if she remembers right
    Say won't you come outside tonight
    Alright
    They drive to the lookout on the hill

    And when it was over
    They sat there and looked back
    Tomorrow was way in the distance
    Tomorrow was along time away
    Nobody thought much about it
    And there's nothing wrong if we live for today

    I recalled when you filled it on up
    And you bowed to the crowd
    The girls in the short skirts screaming loud

    The stander on the mountain
    Looking for the fountain to think some, to drink some
    About the old days
    Big man around town
    Nothing could be found of the old ways, the old days
    When he was the one
    And the stander on the mountain runs