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I've got the western stars to guide me |
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Dixie Sweet and low all night low |
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I can hear those fiddles high above me |
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A woman smiles as I sing my song |
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I've stood in line I've earned my keep |
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And I know she'll cry when I'm gone |
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A neon sign calls me to sleep |
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But I'm wide awake so I roll on |
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Travelin' man, ride as far as I can stand |
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My momma cries for the life I choose |
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And I need a beer, but it's too damn far away from here |
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And I don't have time to sing the blues |
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I know I drink more than I should |
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But I can't slow down for my destiny |
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Lord knows I'd stop if I could |
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But the saints of old lift their glass to me |
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Travelin' man, ride as far as I can stand |
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My momma cries for the life I choose |
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And I need a beer, but it's too damn far away from here |
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And I don't have time to sing the blues |
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Travelin' man, ride as far as I can stand |
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My momma cries for the life I choose |
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And I need a beer, but it's too damn far away from here |
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And I don't have time to sing the blues |
