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By townes van zandt |
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Where i lead me i will travel |
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Where i need me i will call me |
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I'm no fool, i'll be ready |
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God knows i will be |
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And in the meantime make a little money |
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And buy a little mercy |
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Met this morning, now he loves me |
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Say's he loves me |
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It must be easy, look around you |
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All around you |
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But you see the motion, you're not movin' |
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You don't know how to hold on |
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Just keep it loose |
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Don't get excited, it'll pass before long |
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Now one is goin' one is stayin' |
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One is silent one is saying' |
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Here's your coat, take care of yourself |
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Sorry you're leavin' |
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A little sad you're all i had |
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Will you be returnin' |
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The boys upstairs are gettin' hungry |
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You can shout in the wind about how it will be |
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Or you can clench your fist, shake your head |
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And head to the country |
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I got no doubt about it my friend |
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That's where they'll find me |
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That's where they're gonna find me |
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Ask the boys down in the gutter |
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Now they won't lie cause you don't matter |
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The street's just fine if you're good and blind |
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But it ain't where you belong |
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Roll down your sleeves, pick up your money |
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And carry yourself home |
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Roll down your sleeves, pick up your money |
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And carry yourself home |
