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By townes van zandt |
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I come from a long line |
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High and low and in between |
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Same as you |
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Hills of golden |
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Hails of poison |
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Time's thrown me through |
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And i believe i've come to learn |
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That turnin' round |
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Is to become confusion |
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And the gold's no good for spending |
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And the poison's hungry waiting |
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What can you leave behind |
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When you're flyin' lightning fast |
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And all alone? |
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Only a trace, my friend, |
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Spirit of motion born |
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And direction grown. |
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A trace that will not fade |
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In frozen skies |
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Your journey will be |
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And if her shadow doesn't seem much company |
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Who said it would be? |
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There is the highway |
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And the homemade lovin' kind |
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The highway's mine |
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And us ramblers are getting the travelling down |
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You fathers build with stones |
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That stand and shine |
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Heaven's where you find it |
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And you can't |
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Take too much with you |
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But daddy, don't you listen |
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It's just this highway talkin' |
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All things at our life |
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Are brothers in the soil |
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And in the sky |
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And i believe it |
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With my blood |
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If not my eyes |
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I don't know why we can't |
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Be brothers here |
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I know we should be |
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Answers don't seem easy |
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And i'm wonderin' |
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If they could be |