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[Original by Gram Parsons] |
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Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich |
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and welcome me back to town |
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Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor |
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and I'll show you how it all went down |
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Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels |
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and a good saloon in every single town |
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Oh, and I remember something you once told me |
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and I'll be damned if it did not come true |
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down |
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and they all lead me straight back home to you |
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`Cause I headed west to grow up with the country |
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Across those prairies with the waves of grain |
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And I saw my devil, |
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and I saw my deep blue sea |
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And I thought about a calico bonnet from |
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Cheyenne to Tennessee |
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We flew straight across that river bridge, |
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last night at half past two |
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The switchman wave his lantern goodbye |
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and so long as we went rolling through |
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Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel |
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And now I know just what I have to do |
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And the man on the radio won't leave me alone |
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He wants to take my money for something |
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that I've never been shown |
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And I saw my devil, |
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and I saw my deep blue sea |
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And I thought about a calico bonnet from |
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Cheyenne to Tennessee |
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The news I could bring I met up with the king |
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On his head an amphetamine crown |
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He talked about unbuckling that old Bible belt |
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And lighted out for some desert town |
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Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels |
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And a good saloon in every single town |
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Oh, but I remembered something you once told me |
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and I'll be damned if it did not come true |
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down |
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and they all lead me straight back home to you |
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down |
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And they all lead me straight back home to you |
