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I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade |
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Like ridin' around on railcars and workin' long days |
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Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways |
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Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways |
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Call it one drink too many |
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Call it pride of a man |
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But it don't make no difference if you sit or you stand ' |
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Cause they both end in trouble and start with a grin |
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Yeah they both end in trouble and start with a grin |
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We do it over and over and over again |
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We do it over and over and over again |
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Oh-oh Oh-oh |
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Oh-oh-oh-oh |
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Oh-oh Oh-oh |
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Oh-oh-oh-oh |
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Oh-oh Oh-oh |
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Oh-oh-oh-oh |
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Oh-oh I know there's |
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California, |
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Oklahoma And all of the places |
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I ain't ever been to but |
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Down in the valley with |
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Whiskey rivers |
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These are the places you will find me hidin' |
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These are the places |
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I will always go |
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These are the places |
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I will always go |
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I am on my way |
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I am on my way |
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I am on my way back to where |
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I started |
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Oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh |
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Oh-oh Oh-oh |
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Oh-oh-oh-oh |
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Oh-oh (Continue in background) |
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One more for the stars and the eyes of the walls |
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I saw your face, |
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I heard you callin' out |
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I saw your face in the crowd and you came out |
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Just like the sun and the moon and the stars at night |
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There was a sign on the door and it reads to me |
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Just like the sun and the moon and the stars at night |
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Oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh |
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Oh-oh Oh-oh |
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Oh-oh-oh-oh |
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Oh-oh I am on my way |
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I am on my way |
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I am on my way back to where |
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I started |
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California, |
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Oklahoma And all of the places |
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I ain't ever been to but |
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Down in the valley with |
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Whiskey rivers |
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These are the places you will find me hidin' |
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These are the places |
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I will always go |
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These are the places |
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I will always go |
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So I wish |
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I was a slave to an age-old trade |
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Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways |
