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I ain't from |
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Texas, but |
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I made my way from |
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Dallas And |
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I know the lonesome sound is following |
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And I ain't a gambler, but |
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I can recognize a hand |
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And when to hold, when queens are staring back at me |
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Once I was a carpenter, and man my hands were calloused |
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I could swing a metal mallet sure and straight |
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But I took to the highway, a poet young and hungry |
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And I left the timbers where they lay |
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Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me |
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And when I lose my direction |
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I'll look up to the sky |
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And when the black cloak drags upon the ground |
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I'll be ready to surrender, and remember |
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Well we're all in this together |
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If I live the life |
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I'm given, |
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I wont be scared to die |
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And I don't come from |
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Detroit, but her diesel motors pull me |
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And I followed till |
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I finally lost my way |
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And now I spend my days in search of a woman |
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I called purpose |
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And if I ever pass back through her town |
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I'll stay |
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Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me |
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And when I lose my direction |
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I'll look up to the sky |
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And when the black dress drags upon the ground |
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I'll be ready to surrender, and remember |
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Well we're all in this together |
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If I live the life |
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I'm given, |
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I won't be scared to die |
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And my life is but a coin, it's pulled from an empty pocket |
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Dropped into a slot with dreams of sevens close behind |
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And these hopes and these fears go with it, and moon and the sun go spinning |
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Like the numbers and fruits before our eyes |
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Sometimes |
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I hit, sometimes it robs me blind |
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Sometimes |
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I hit, sometimes it robs me blind |
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Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me |
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And when I lose my direction |
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I'll look up to the sky |
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And when the black cloak drags upon the ground |
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I'll be ready to surrender, and remember |
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Well we're all in this together |
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If I live the life |
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I'm given, |
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I won't be scared to die |