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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's comin' on |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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And I feel like I gotta travel on |
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Poppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home |
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Johnny can't come home no, Johnny can't come home |
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Poppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home |
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'Cause he's been on the chain gang too long |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's comin' on |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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And I feel like I gotta travel on |
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High Sheriff and police riding after me |
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Riding after me, yes, coming after me |
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High Sheriff and police coming after me |
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And I fee like I gotta travel on |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's comin' on |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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And I feel like I gotta travel on |
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Want to see my honey, want to see her bad |
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Want to see her bad, oh, want to see her bad |
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Want to see my honey, want to see her bad |
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She's the best girl, this poor boy ever had |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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Summer's almost gone, yes, winter's comin' on |
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I've laid around and played around this old town too long |
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And I feel like I gotta travel on |
