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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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Summer's almost gone, winter's comin' on |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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And I feel like I've gotta travel on |
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High sheriff and police are ridin' after me |
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Ridin' after me, oh, they're ridin' after me |
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High sheriff and police are ridin' after me |
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And I feel like I've gotta travel on |
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Papa writes to Johnny, Johnny can't come home |
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No, Johnny can't come home, Johnny can't come home |
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Papa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home |
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'Cause he's been on that chain gang too long |
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Gotta see my baby, gotta see her bad |
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Gotta see her bad, oh, I gotta see her bad |
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Gotta see my baby, gotta see her bad |
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She's the best friend this poor boy ever had |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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Summer's almost gone, winter's comin' on |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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And I feel like I've gotta travel on |
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Oh, I feel like I've gotta travel on |
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Oh, I feel like I've gotta travel on |
