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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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Summers almost gone, winters coming on |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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And I feel like I've gotta travel on |
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Poppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home |
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Johnny can't come home, no, Johnny can't come home |
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Poppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home |
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Cause he's been on this chain gang too long |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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Summers almost gone, winters coming on |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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And I feel like I've gotta travel on |
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High sheriff and police riding after me |
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Riding after me, yes, coming after me |
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High sheriff and police riding after me |
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And I feel like I've gotta travel on |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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Summers almost gone, winters coming on |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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And I feel like I've gotta travel on |
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Want to see my honey, want to see her bad |
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Want to see her bad, oh, want to see her bad |
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Want to see my honey, want to see her bad |
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She's the best gal this poor boy ever had |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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Summers almost gone, winters coming on |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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And I feel like I've gotta travel on |
