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Oh, I've been called a rambler, I?ve been called a rogue |
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A lonesome highway traveler, always on the road |
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I've felt the sting of the winter wind, turned my collar to the cold |
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And I've waded in warm waters on the Gulf of Mexico |
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I've always liked my freedom of being on my own |
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I'd love 'em and I'd leave 'em but then you came along |
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You've changed my way of thinking, you turned me right around |
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Now my mind's on you, baby and I?m puttin' new roots down |
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I'm puttin' new roots down, deep down in the ground |
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I wanna raise some kids instead of raising cane |
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When you tell me that you love me, I like the way it sounds |
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You're the reason why I'm puttin' new roots down |
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Oh, some say I'm a drifter, say I'm a rolling stone |
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But now that I'm called daddy, I've lost the urge to roam |
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I'd have to say it makes my day when we lay down at night |
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When you wrap both arms around me, you keep me satisfied |
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I'm puttin' new roots down, deep down in the ground |
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I wanna raise some kids instead of raising cane |
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When you tell me that you love me, I like the way it sounds |
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You're the reason why I'm puttin' new roots down |