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I wrote it with a golf pencil I pulled out of my blazerA crest sewn on the chest read "Old Gold Rugby Football Club"Worn at one time by a man that at one time went to YaleThen he worked a while on Wall Street until the market collapsedI was in a barroom that was somewhere on the southern shore of BostonThe tender of the bar poured me a whiskey on the houseI have a love for whiskey, I chased it with a beerI have a love for Boston, and I loved writing it thereI wrote it in a notebook that somebody let me borrow"Don't use all the paper please, and if you could, bring it back to me tomorrow"It was a fair request and I was grateful for the loanI had to jot a thought down I came up with on my ownI wrote it in October and I mention that becauseOut of all the months there are I've always liked that one the bestI don't know why I bring this up but there are times I wonder whatHad ever happened to that man I wonder after the collapseI wrote it in a notebook that somebody let me borrow"Don't use all the paper please, and if you could, bring it back to me tomorrow"It was a fair request and I was grateful for the loanI had to jot a thought down I came up with on my ownI wrote, I wrote it For YouLetras de cancionesI wrote, I wrote it For YouI wrote, I wrote it For YouI wrote, I wrote it For YouFor You!I wrote it in an hour or so, so really not much longerI put the pencil in the shot glass and I buttoned up my blazerI stepped out of the bar into the cold October sunI must return the notebook, it's not important what I wrote From Letras Mania