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I'm a strummin' fool out in the sticks |
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For the glory and the bread |
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And you're wise enough to let me sing |
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This music in my head. |
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And if there's any way to get there |
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Strumming head on out |
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I go driven hard to pick up old 222 en route. |
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But now they've gone and cancelled |
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Old Northwest 222 |
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It's a late night bird that always brought me back home to you |
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There's a thousand miles between us |
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Babe that |
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I cannot get through |
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Is there nothing left to count on, now |
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That old 222 is gone? |
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Old 222 is gone. |
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My guitar bouncin' on my shoulder, my |
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Ticket in my hand |
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I'm runnin' on the ramp on board, |
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I just Made it again |
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Pull pillows down and a blanket and |
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I Stretch out 'cross the seat |
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Yes I'm racked our, winging homeward |
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Where I got this dream to keep |
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But now they've gone and cancelled |
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Old Northwest 222 |
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It's a late night bird that always brought me back home to you |
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There's a thousand miles between us |
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Babe that |
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I cannot get through |
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Is there nothing left to count on, now |
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That old 222 is gone? |
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Old 222 is gone. |
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Minneapolis at 1 |
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AM Chicago at 3 |
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It's Detroit at 5 the it's |
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New York City |
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Where she's waitin' for me |
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And I come chargin' off the jet way the |
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Dream is in my eyes |
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When I see you there at curbside babe |
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I'm kissin' you at sunrise |
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Yes you brought the van to get me. |
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Sometime when the plane is late |
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We would find a place for parking |
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When the lovin' would not wait |
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But now they've gone and cancelled |
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Old Northwest 222 |
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It's a late night bird that always brought me back home to you |
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There's a thousand miles between us |
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Babe that |
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I cannot get through |
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Is there nothing left to count on, now |
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That old 222 is gone? |
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Old 222 is gone. |
