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Well some people bitch, |
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Lord, some people holler, |
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About the long days on the road. |
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Each man can do just what he wants, |
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But we've all got ot pull our load. |
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As for myself, |
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I'm gonna take the highway, |
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It ain't as bad as they say. |
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Give me wine, women, whiskey, and rock 'n roll, |
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And let me sleep my days away. |
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Chorus: C'mon baby, let the good times roll. |
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C'mon baby, let the good times roll. |
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I've been all throughout the |
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South land. |
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Keep moving on down the line. |
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I ought to settle down some place, |
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But I just can't find the time. |
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As for myself, gonna take this highway, |
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It ain't as bad as they say. |
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Give me wine, whiskey, women, and rock 'n roll, |
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And let me sleep my days away. |
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Chorus: C'mon baby, let the good times roll. |
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C'mon baby, let the good times roll. |
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Chorus: C'mon baby, let the good times roll. |
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C'mon baby, let the good times roll. |
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Chorus: C'mon baby, let the good times roll. |
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C'mon baby, let the good times roll. |