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I pointed north towards Kansas City |
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I thought I'd drive all night |
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I got oil in my gasoline |
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Smoke coming out my pipe |
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And every mile I leave behind me |
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Is like a hundred dollar bill |
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You know I might come back to get 'em |
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But I probably never will |
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Hallelujah |
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The road's my saving grace |
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Hallelujah |
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My home is not a place, not a place |
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Hallelujah, mmm |
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Wherever I may roam |
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You know I'm in the night right now |
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But the night is not my home |
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You know Jesus loves my mama |
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I guess he loves me too |
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But you know I'd like to ask him |
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What he thinks about the truth, mmm about the truth |
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And every mile I leave behind me |
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Is like wine running from my cup |
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'Cause when she left she cut a hole |
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I can't seem to fill up |
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Hallelujah |
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The road's my saving grace |
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Well hallelujah, mmm |
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My home is not a place, it's not a place |
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Hallelujah |
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Wherever I may roam, mmm |
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You know I'm in the night right now |
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But the night is not my home, not my home |
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(Instrumental) |
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Every mile I leave behind me |
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Is like wine running from my cup |
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'Cause when she left she cut a hole |
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I can't seem to fill up |
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Hallelujah |
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The road's my saving grace, mmm yeah |
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Hallelujah, mmm |
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My home is not a place |
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Hallelujah, mmm |
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Wherever I may roam |
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You know I'm in the night right now |
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But the night is not my home, not a home |
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You know I'm in the night right now |
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But the night is not my home |
