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By townes van zandt |
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Sometimes i don't know where |
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This dirty road is taking me |
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Sometimes i can't even see the reason why |
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I guess i keep a-gamblin' |
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Lots of booze and lots of ramblin' |
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It's easier than just waitin' around to die |
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One time, friends, i had a ma |
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I even had a pa |
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He beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried |
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She told him to take care of me |
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Headed down to tennessee |
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It's easier than just waitin' around to die |
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I came of age and i found a girl |
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In a tuscaloosa bar |
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She cleaned me out and hit in on the sly |
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I tried to kill the pain, bought some wine |
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And hopped a train |
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Seemed easier than just waitin' around to die |
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A friend said he knew |
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Where some easy money was |
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We robbed a man, and brother did we fly |
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The posse caught up with me |
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And drug me back to muskogee |
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It's two long years i've been waitin' around to die |
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Now i'm out of prison |
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I got me a friend at last |
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He don't drink or steal or cheat or lie |
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His name's codine |
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He's the nicest thing i've seen |
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Together we're gonna wait around and die |
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Together we're gonna wait around and die |
