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O I wish I was in heaven, sittin down |
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I wish the road we were taking |
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Wasn't made for breaking down |
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I wish those nights of pleasure |
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And those days of pain |
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Weren't so tightly bound |
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And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down |
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They done kept me out here on this road so long |
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Ah, my babe back home she finally said, "So long!" |
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I try to call her on some old foreign telephone |
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But she is not around |
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And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down |
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O I wish I was in heaven, sittin down |
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I wish the road we were taking |
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Wasn't made for breaking down |
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I wish those nights of pleasure |
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And those days of pain |
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Weren't so tightly bound |
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And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down |
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I have been out here so long baby my back and my shoulders are tired |
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And my mind, though sound, has found itself so wired |
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But the wheels on this old thing |
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They keep turning around and around |
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And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down |
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O I wish I was in heaven, sittin down |
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I wish the road we were taking |
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Wasn't made for breaking down |
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I wish these nights of pleasure |
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And those days of pain |
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Weren't so tightly bound |
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And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down |
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O I wish I was in heaven, sittin down |
