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(Verse 1) |
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You've long been on |
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the open road, |
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sleepin' in the rain |
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From dirty words |
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and muddy cells, |
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your clothes |
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are smeared and stained |
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But the dirty words and muddy cells |
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will soon be judged insane |
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So only stop to rest yourself |
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til you are off again |
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(Chorus) |
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And take off |
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your thirsty boots and stay |
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for a while |
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Your feet are hot and weary |
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from a dusty mile |
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And maybe I can |
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make you laugh, maybe I can try |
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I'm just lookin' for the evening |
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The morning in your eyes |
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(Verse 2) |
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But tell me of the ones you saw |
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as far as you could see |
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Across the plain from fields |
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to town a-marchin' to be free |
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And of the rusted prison gates |
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that tumbled by decree |
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Like laughin' children one by one |
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They looked like you and me |
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(Chorus) |
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So take off |
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your thirsty boots and stay |
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for a while |
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Your feet are hot and weary |
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from a dusty mile |
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And maybe I can |
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make you laugh, maybe I can try |
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I'm just lookin' for the evening |
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and the morning in your eyes |
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(Instrumental) |
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(Verse 3) |
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I know you are no stranger down |
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the crooked rainbow trails |
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From dancing cliff-edged |
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shattered sills of slander |
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shackled jails |
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For the voices drift up from |
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below as the walls are being scaled |
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Yes, all of this and more, my friends |
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your song shall not be failed |
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(Chorus) |
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So take off |
|
your thirsty boots and stay |
|
for a while |
|
Your feet are hot and weary |
|
from a dusty mile |
|
And maybe I can |
|
make you laugh, maybe I can try |
|
I'm just lookin' for the evening |
|
the morning in your eyes |
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(Verse 1) |
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Yes, you've long been on |
|
the open road, |
|
just sleepin' in the rain |
|
From dirty words |
|
and muddy cells, |
|
your clothes |
|
are smeared and stained |
|
But the dirty words and muddy |
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cells will soon |
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be hid in shame |
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So only stop to rest yourself |
|
til you'll be off again |
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(Chorus) |
|
So take off |
|
your thirsty boots and stay |
|
for a while |
|
Your feet are hot and weary |
|
from a dusty mile |
|
And maybe I can |
|
make you laugh, maybe I can try |
|
I'm just lookin' for the evening |
|
the morning in your eyes |
