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If you ever see me walking down the side of the road |
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Would you ever stop and wonder why |
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Would you think it's lost that I paid the cost |
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Stop and give a poor boy a ride |
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And forget my past |
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'Cause if I ever get home, I'm never gonna worry 'bout the things that I could've done |
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'Cause I've done a lot of things I could've done better |
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But now it don't matter none |
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I've raised my glass |
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'Cause I fell in love and then lost touch |
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I dropped it and broke her heart |
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I drove off a cliff |
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And I barely missed |
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Walkin' with her in the park |
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Just a selfish boy |
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But I have not forgot that the food in the pot ain't cookin' for a boy like me |
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I been fightin' all night with the dogs in the alley, looking for a bone to eat |
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Starving to death |
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Everybody's troubled with your hustle and your bustle |
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The payment on the house is late |
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If I ever have a problem like that |
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I guess I'll be in pretty good shape |
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You can kiss my ass goodbye |
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When I feel the wind blow |
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See a ghost in the road |
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And headlights are a beautiful sight |
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And out in the desert |
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I can sit under them heavens |
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And watch the sun keep settin' for miles |
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And here comes another song |
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Then I take a pen and a little piece of paper |
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I scribble on down the lines |
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And what you're hearing now |
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Is something I found |
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Hidin' way down inside |
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The cellar of my heart |
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And I hope everybody had a real good time |
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I hope I didn't bring you down |
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These ain't sad songs |
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So don't take 'em wrong |
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I haven't been home in a while |
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Well, I'll see you all around |
