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All of my memories lay in the life of the highway |
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All of my nights in old motels and sleeping alone |
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All of my days on the road with no one beside me |
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All of my dreams of a place that I can call home |
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Somewhere in the shade near the sound of a sweet singin' river |
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Somewhere in the sun where the mountains make love to the sky |
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Somewhere to build me a faith, a farm and a family |
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Somewhere to grow older, and somewhere a reason to try |
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'Cause I'm tired of big cities and so tired of big city ways |
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Scratchin' off sunsets, and walkin' around in the maze |
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Some sweet taxi dancer's tryin' to save me from bein' alone |
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Ah, it's much worse than lonely, there is no place that I really belong |
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I want to be home |
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I'm leavin' this city life In my mind I'm flyin' away |
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I'm leavin' tomorrow and all of the old yesterdays |
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I'm leavin' the trash cans, the bright lights, the telephone lines |
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I'm leavin' my sorrows and all of my memories behind |
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To see what I find |
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Somewhere in the shade near the sound of a sweet singin' river |
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Somewhere in the sun where the mountains make love to the sky |
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Somewhere to build me a faith, a farm, and a family |
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Somewhere to grow older, and somewhere a reason to try |
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Somewhere to grow older, somewhere to laydown and die |