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(A. Wise/G. Johnson) |
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Sometimes |
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I wonder, will |
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I ever get back home? |
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Sometimes |
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I wonder, will |
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I ever get back home? |
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Well, I been gone so long |
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Will I ever get back home? |
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Sometimes |
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I wonder, will my baby think of me? |
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Sometimes |
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I wonder, will my baby think of me? |
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Well, sometime |
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I wonder Would she ever think of me? |
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The way she been talking |
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Make me mash my eyebrows down |
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The way she been talkin |
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Make me mash my eyebrows down |
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Make me fold my arms |
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And heave a lonesome sigh |
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Standing on the highway, wheel too tired to roll |
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Standing on the highway, my wheel too tired to roll |
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But I know |
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I'm gonna leave ' |
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Cause I'm a driving soul |
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One more story, all my friends you can tell |
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One more story, all my friends you can tell |
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I'm booked down-bound to leave - |
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I'm gone Ride like hell |
