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[Intro] |
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Yeah, and this one right here is dedicated to all the road warriors |
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To everybody that gotta go out on the road every year to make they money |
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The spring and the fall. The 45 city tours |
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We in Idaho one night and Portland, Oregon the next day |
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Up in Anchorage Alaska and then Australia for three weeks |
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It's like this... |
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[Verse One] |
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I got my bags packed |
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Backpack sittin' by the front door |
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IPod, laptop, socks and drawers |
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The stuff that you need when you're out on tour |
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Home for one month then gone for two more |
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I'm a rolling stone that's gathering green |
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Cause my poems is known for packin' in teens |
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And from, show to show, I'm glad to be seen |
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But my home is home I'll lackin' that steam |
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But on the real, I got some bills to pay |
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My cable just got shut off the other day |
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Voicemail, got a million messages to play |
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Homies and the haters got a whole lot to say |
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And oh, I just love it because my life's so public |
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My business is in the streets and they think nothing of it |
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And no I'm not complainin', I'mma keep campaignin' |
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Till I reach my goal or I go insane |
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[Hook: x2] |
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The road is my religion |
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I'mma keep on sinnin' |
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Hope to God I'm forgiven for the way that I'm livin' |
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The woes and the women and the wheels keep spinnin' |
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Still I won't be forgiven for the way that I'm livin' |
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[Verse Two] |
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I'm on a Delta Continental American flight |
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And I won't be long so you know I pack light |
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But still I might miss you and the way that I kiss you |
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Gotta know that I love you cause I left my heart with you |
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The night before I leave for a couple of weeks |
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Hear you cryin' in your sleep, taste the tears on your cheek |
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It's sweet but it's bitter, the emotion that it triggers |
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Makes me miss my woman and her home cooked dinner |
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I wish I never had to leave |
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Perform for these crowds with my heart on my sleeve |
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But you still believe and they say you naive |
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So I gotta keep the faith with every breath that I breathe |
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It needs to be said that it's just not easy |
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Every night, different city, different women want to please me |
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I keep it true and I walk on through |
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Say my prayers and go to sleep after talking to you |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse Three] |
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Standin' at the truck stop watchin' this |
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Redneck truck drivers look at me and spit |
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I'm like: This is it? This the life that I chose? |
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A hundred days at home, two hundred days on the road |
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But I guess I'm addicted because I really start to miss it |
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Don't know what I'm chasin' but I know I gotta get it |
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It ain't about fame or a couple of dames |
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Or a million different faces with a thousand different names |
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It ain't about praise or the hands being raised |
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To me it's just a job and I'm glad that it pays |
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And when the road starts to call in the spring and the fall |
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If I don't holla back then my skin starts to crawl |
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And when I get that itch I gotta pack my bags |
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Dress up or go home, hotels and jet lag |
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Can't lose my religion cause it's all that I have |
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I keep runnin' worldwide 'til I run out of gas |
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[Hook] |
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[Outro] |
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I'm so so sorry. To each and every girl I didn't call back |
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After we spent the night together. But you're beautiful |
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I love you. Man, you don't know about me. Mr. Dibbs! |
