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(Pat McLaughlin) |
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They got a road out in Alaska now, |
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I hear that you can go there. |
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Tell me about Montana, |
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With the cool blue mountain air. |
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I know your honeys got the money, |
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I can understand your wanderlust. |
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Brother, and boy, for me these days, |
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Its refrigerator or bust. |
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I ain't got no words for going, |
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I got no longing for your open road. |
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Don't get found rollin' into town |
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Tuggin' on a heavy load. |
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You've gotta give me the nights with the city lights, |
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And the people buzzin' everywhere. |
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One hand upon the parking meter, |
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The other on her easy chair. |
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I'll send her roses, |
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Send her roses everyday. |
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If I don't go down another dirt road, |
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I don't think it's gonna hurt my day. |
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I'll send her roses, |
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Send her roses once in awhile. |
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I'm a long, long way from outta here, |
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But you know I'm gonna go in style. |
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--- Instrumental --- |
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Well, I was rollin' around Boston town, |
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Wasn't hardly anybody I know. |
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Got to singin' low for the first three rows, |
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Puttin' on a lousy show. |
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Well then I met her, |
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I had to let her buy my lunch, |
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I got the flowery plate. |
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I'm telling you why, |
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Good brother don't laugh, |
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Think I got me one suitable mate. |
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I'll send her roses, |
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Send her roses every day. |
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If I don't go down another dirt road, |
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I don't think it's gonna hurt my day. |
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I'll send her roses, |
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Send her roses by the dozen. |
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I've been having me a whirl with a pretty girl, |
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And she told me she liked my lovin'. |
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I'll send her roses, |
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Send her roses every day. |
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If I don't go down another dirt road, |
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I don't think it's gonna hurt my day. |
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I'll send her roses, |
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Send her roses by the dozen. |
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I've been having me a whirl with a pretty girl, |
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And she told me she liked my lovin'... |