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Where the road is dark |
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and the seat is soaked |
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where the gun is cocked |
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and the bullet's cold |
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where the miles are marked in blood and gold |
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I'll meet you further on up the road |
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Got on my dead man's suit |
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and my smilin' skull ring |
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my lucky graveyard boots |
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and a song to sing |
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I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold |
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and I'll meet you further on up the road |
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Further on up the road |
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further on up the road |
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where the way is dark |
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and the night is cold |
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but one sunny morning we'll rise, I know |
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and I'll meet you further on up the road |
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Well I been out in the desert |
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was doin' my time |
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searching through the dust |
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looking for a sign |
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if there's a light up ahead |
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well, buddy, I don't know |
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but I got this fever |
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burning in my soul |
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so let's take the good times as they come |
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and I'll meet you further on up the road |
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Further on up the road |
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further on up the road |
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where the way is dark |
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and the night is cold |
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one sunny morning we'll rise, I know |
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and I'll meet you further on up the road |
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one sunny morning we'll rise, I know |
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and I'll meet you further on up the road |
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yeah I'll meet you further on up the road |
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well I'll meet you further on up the road |
