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Jumped in the truck and headed for Kansas |
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Morning found me in Port Aranas |
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Sipping on rum |
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In that warm Texas sun |
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I've never been good at keeping direction |
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And I believe schedules are one of life's worst inflections |
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And I gotta be free |
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'Cause I'd rather nothing |
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Than a whole lot of something I don't need |
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I'd rather have nothing |
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Than a whole lot of something |
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That don't fit the life that I lead |
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Material things and all that wealth brings |
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Just must be for some other breed |
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'Cause life ain't about the worries and doubts |
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That comes with the lust and the greed |
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And I'd rather have nothing |
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That a whole lot of something we don't need |
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I spent that evening in a tavern in town |
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With a bunch of my new friends my money brought 'round |
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And I told them 'bout you |
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And all the hell we'd been through |
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Everyone there had a similar story |
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Years full of tears from all the heartache and worry |
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And we all agreed |
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That we'd rather have nothing |
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Than a whole lot of something we don't need |
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I'd rather have nothing |
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Than a whole of something |
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That don't fit the life that I lead |
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Commintments and strings and all that love brings |
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Just must be for some other breed |
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'Cause life ain't about the worries and doubts |
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That comes wtih the lust and the greed |
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And I'd rather have nothing |
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Than a whole lot of something I don't need |
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Oh, I'd rather have nothing |
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Than a whole lot of someting I don't need |
