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Sittin in that town in New Mexico |
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Named after a game show |
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Tryin to decide if I should sell my van |
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Buy a truck, and drive down to Texas |
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Sometimes I think I'm gunnin for the big time |
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Sometimes I think I'm runnin out of time |
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And that big odometer in the sky turned over |
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That big odometer in the sky just turned over |
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Lately I've been scattered |
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My attention span is like a three-year-old |
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I pick up my guitar and I set it down |
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Try reading books; end up going downtown |
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My friends say relax and slow down |
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But my insides feel like a ghost town |
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Tumblin and blowin and all my guts turned over |
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Like a tumbleweed through an empty town turning over |
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Turning Over, upside down |
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Blowing round and round and round |
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Turning over, wrongside up |
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Can barely fill my coffee cup |
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And I can't find me one new leaf worth turning over |
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I can't find me one new leaf worth turning over |
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Maybe I should go get in a fight |
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Look for someone's honor to protect |
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Maybe I'll go down and drink my fill |
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Maybe I can go sign someone's will |
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Out there in the alley someone's tryin' |
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To start their car but that old thing ain't buyin' |
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Every time he tries he scrapes the air |
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But that tired crate, she's barely turnin over |
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Turning Over, upside down |
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Blowing round and round and round |
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Turning over, wrongside up |
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Can barely fill my coffee cup |
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And I can't find me one new leaf worth turning over |
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I can't find me one new leaf worth turning over |
