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I'm goin' down to the |
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Greyhound |
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Station gonna get a ticket to ride |
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Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side |
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Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times |
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Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat |
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Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people |
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I meet and get along with it all |
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Go down where the people say "y'all" |
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Sing a song with a friend, change the shape that |
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I'm inAnd get back in the game and start playin' again |
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I'd like to stay but |
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I might have to go to start over again |
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Might go back down to |
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Texas, might go to somewhere that |
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I've never been |
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And get up in the mornin' and go out at night |
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And I won't have to go home, get used to bein' alone |
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Change the words to this song, start singin' again |
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I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin' for answers to questions that |
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I already know |
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It could build me a castle of memories just to have somewhere to go |
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Count the days and the nights that it takes to get back in the saddle again |
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Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day |
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Start talkin' again, when |
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I know what to say |
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I'm goin' down to the |
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Greyhound |
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Station, gonna get a ticket to ride |
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Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side |
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Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times |
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Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat |
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Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people |
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I meet and get along with it all |
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Go down where the people say "y'all" |
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Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day |
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Start talkin' again when |
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I know what to say |
