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She said, "Don't worry, baby", when she left me "You were alright on your own before I came along And made this happy home" "And you can take that damned up guitar Pack it up and hit the road After all you're probably better off alone" |
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So I grab that old guitar and hit the high way |
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It doesn't take too long to pack |
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When an empty seat holds everything you own |
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And I've found comfort knowing |
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Within moments notice |
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I could roll |
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After all |
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I'm probably better off alone |
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The cold wind blows |
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Lightning fills the sky and the thunder rolls |
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And her memory surrounds me, carves me like a stone |
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Like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul |
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Well, I was just past |
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Arizona when she called me |
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The voice, it seemed to change |
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As if it aged out or get wisdom long ago |
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She said, "Lately I've been thinking Maybe you could come back home" |
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Told her, "Maybe I'm just better off alone" |
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And the cold wind blows |
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Lightning fills the sky and the thunder rolls |
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Her memory surrounds me, carves me like a stone |
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Like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul |
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Just like waves upon the cliffs along the ocean |
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Time goes by until the water changes |
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Rock to beaches made of sand |
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And they still have to take the beating |
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Just like mother nature planned |
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But I just hope that it's not more than |
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I can stand |
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And the cold wind blows |
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Lightning fills the sky and the thunder rolls |
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Her memory surrounds me, carves me like a stone |
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Like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul |
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Just like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul |
