The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

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Now when the rumor comes to your town,
It grows and grows.
Where it started; no one knows.

Some of your neighbors --
Will invite it right in,

Maybe it's a lie --
Even if it's a sin,

They'll repeat the rumor again.

Close your eyes, hang down your head
Until the fog blows away, let it roll away. . . .

Big men, little men
Turned into dust,
Maybe it was all in fun, they didn't mean to ruin no one.
Could there be someone?
-- someone here among this crowd? --
Who's been accused,
had his name so misused
And his privacy refused?

Close your eyes, hang your head
Until the fog blows away, let it roll away . . .

The Band, Stage Fright, "The Rumor"