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I had to leave the country |
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Though there was some nice folks there |
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Now i don't know where i'm going |
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All i know is i'll hit the ground running |
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Only cowboys |
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The southern gentlemen |
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Betting women |
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That will never mend |
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They ride the roads as they bend |
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As they bend to there dead ends |
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I had to leave the country |
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Though there was some nice folks there |
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And now i don't know where i'm going |
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All i know is that i'll hit the ground running |
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I was raised in a pit of snakes |
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Blink your eyes i was raised on cakes |
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I couldn't memorize a century of slang |
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Or learn to tell the same story again again and again |
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I had to leave the country |
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Though there was some nice folks there |
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Now i don't know where i'm going |
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All i know is i'll hit the ground running |
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Bitterness is a lowest sin |
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A bitter man rots from within |
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I've seen his smile |
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Yellow and brown |
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The bitterness is rotting down |
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I had to leave the country |
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Though there was some nice folks there |
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Now i don't know where i'm going |
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All i know to do is hit the ground running |
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Hit the ground running |
