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Your old man got mad, when I told him we were leaving |
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He cursed and he raged and he swore at the ceiling |
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He called you his child, said honey get wise to his game |
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He'll get you in trouble, I know it, those bums are all the same |
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There's a greyhound outside in the lane, it's waiting for us |
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So tell him goodbye, we gotta go west on that bus |
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And it's all over now |
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Don't you worry no more |
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Gonna go west to the sea |
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The greyhound is swaying |
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And the radio's playing |
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Some blues for baby and me |
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And the highway looks like it never did |
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Lord, it looks so sweet and so free |
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And I can't forget that trip to the west |
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Singing blues for baby and me |
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Saw your hands trembling, your eyes opened in surprise |
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It's ninety in the shade, babe, and there ain't a cloud in the sky |
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I called you my child, said honey, now this is our game |
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There's two of us to play it and I'm happy to be home again |
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There's a greyhound outside in the lane, it's waiting for us |
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So tell him goodbye, we gotta go west on that bus |