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Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket never let it slip away |
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Always be a man not a boy gone astray, astray |
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When you get half crazy from the August heat or on a frozen |
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Rotted road, with no one to complain to about your achin' feet |
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You're gonna walk that endless highway |
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Walk that highway till you die |
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All you children goin' my way |
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Better tell your home life sweet goodbye |
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When I see a detour up ahead I leave it far behind |
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Who knows what you're apt to find there |
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With the cost of livin', and the price of dying' |
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Look like to me this time I wont be buyin' |
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You're gonna walk that endless highway |
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Walk that highway till you die |
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All you children goin' my way |
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Better tell your home life sweet goodbye |
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When they get a scapegoat by the throat |
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It's hard labor and cold beans if you get away |
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You'll be eatin' from the poison peanut machine |
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I sing by night, wander by day |
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I'm on the road and it looks like I'm here to stay |
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You're gonna walk that endless highway |
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Walk that highway till you die |
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All you children goin' my way |
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Better tell your home life sweet goodbye |
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Goodbye |
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Better tell your home life sweet goodbye |
