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I got money in my pocket and a guitar in my hand |
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These lonely nights without you are more than I can stand |
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I work like a puppet but it's time to cut the strings |
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Well I hit the ground running and I won't be looking back |
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I'll be like a locomotive headed down a one way track |
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It won't take too long just you wait and see |
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As long as it will lead me back to you |
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Any old stretch of blacktop will do |
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North, south, east or west been everywhere it seems |
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Uptown rooms and honky tonks don't feel like home to me |
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I'll be stepping out the rhythm while I'm singing a new song |
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And it's knowing where I'm going that will keep me moving on |
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Turn my collar to the wind and put my thumb up in the air |
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Flag a diesel down or catch a bus from anywhere |
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Colorado, California, or even Kalamazoo |
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As long as it will lead me back to you |
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Any old stretch of blacktop will do |
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Well I hit the ground running and I won't be looking back |
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I'll be like a locomotive headed down a one way track |
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It won't take too long just you wait and see |
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As long as it will lead me back to you |
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Any old stretch of blacktop will do, alright |
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North, south, east or west been everywhere it seems |
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Uptown rooms and honky tonks don't feel like home to me |
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I'll be stepping out the rhythm while I'm singing a new song |
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'Cause right around the corner I see the lights of our home |
