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Well, I'm back on that road again |
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Nothin' slows me down |
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I ain't seen a single smile |
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Since I left your town |
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All these people just keep lookin' 'round |
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Can't look him in the eye |
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LA's like the movies |
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And I'm still wonderin' why |
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I'm holdin' on |
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Lay my head down on the rail |
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Sing my way back home |
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Road signs are hazy and |
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The miles start to unwind |
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But I ain't never lookin' back |
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'Cause there's nothin' left behind |
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My fingertips are bleedin' |
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They're right down to the bone |
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Can't believe I'm out again |
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On the high lonesome road |
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I'm holdin' on |
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Lay my head down on the rail |
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Sing my way back home |
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The headlights are blindin' and |
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The diesels are on fire |
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Haulin' ass down a mountain pass |
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To the California state line |
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If you could see my bleedin' feet |
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You might hang your head and cry |
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But don't you shed a tear, my dear |
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For I'm comin' home tonight |
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I'm holdin' on |
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Lay my head down on the rail |
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Sing my way back home |
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Lay my head down on the rail |
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Sing my way back home |