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Well I know sometimes you find it hard |
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To understand just what we do out here |
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Well that bus rolls up at home |
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And I just disappear |
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And I sure don't like to leave you |
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Couldn't stand for you to think that I don't care |
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So I wrote this job description |
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Just to tell you what I do when I'm not there |
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I sleep eighty miles an hour |
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To the whining of a diesel down the interstate |
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Dreamin' 'bout my little girls |
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The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace |
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Then we shut her down in another town |
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Shower up and do just what we came to do |
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Sing for the people |
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Count the money and the miles back home to you |
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Well each night I take the stage |
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With a six piece band and a guitar in my hand |
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Singin' songs about my life |
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All the good times and the bad |
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Then we say goodbye and we load it up |
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And head somewhere I've already been |
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Then I lay down in that double bed alone |
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And I thank the Lord again |
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I sleep eighty miles an hour |
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To the whining of a diesel down the interstate |
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Dreamin' 'bout my little girls |
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The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace |
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Then we shut her down in another town |
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Shower up and do just what we came to do |
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Sing for the people |
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Count the money and the miles back home to you |
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Well I just sing for the people |
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Count the money and the miles back home to you |