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You've long been on the open road you've been sleepin' in the rain |
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From dirty words and muddy cells your clothes are soiled and stained |
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But the dirty words and the mud of cells will soon be judged insane |
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So only stop and rest yourself and you'll be off again |
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Oh take off your thirsty boots |
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And stay for awhile |
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Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile |
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And maybe I can make you laugh |
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And maybe I can try |
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Lookin' for the evenin' |
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And the mornin' in your eyes |
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Then tell me of the ones you saw |
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As far as you could see |
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Across the plains from field to town |
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Marchin' to be free |
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And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by degree |
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Like laughing children one by one |
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They look like you and me |
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So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile |
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Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile |
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And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try |
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Just lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes |
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I know you are no stranger down the crooked rainbow trial |
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From dancing cliff edge shattered sills to slander shackled jails |
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Where the voices drift up from below as walls are bein' scaled |
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Yes all of this and more my friend your song shall not be failed |
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Oh take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile |
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Your feet are hot and weary, from a dusty mile |
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And maybe I can make you laugh, and maybe I can try |
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Just lookin for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes |
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So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile |
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Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile |
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And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try |
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Lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes |
