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Don't it ever get lonesome? |
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Yeah! Sure gets lonesome... |
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Don't it ever get sad when you go out on the road? |
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Oh, there was one time in Minneapolis... when I thought I had the clap for sure |
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Don't it ever get lonesome? |
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Lonesome ain't the word |
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Don't it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour? |
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Oh, I'll take away... |
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You got nothing but groupies and promoters to love you |
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And a pile of laundry by the hotel door |
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Don't it ever get lonesome? |
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Don't it ever give a young man the blues? |
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Don't it ever get lonesome? |
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Don't it ever make a young man wanna go back home? |
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When the P.A. system eats it, |
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And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit you've ever known |
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Don't you ever miss your house in the country |
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And your hot little mama too? |
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Don't you ever miss your house in the country |
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And your hot little mama too? |
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Don't you better get a shot from the doctor |
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What the Road Ladies do to you? |
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I know someday I will never |
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I'll never go out on the road again, oh, yeah... |
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I know someday I will never |
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I ain't gonna roam the countryside |
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No more |
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I'm gonna hang up them ol' Holiday Inns, yeah |
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And heal my knees up |
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From when I was doin' it on the floor |
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See me doing it! |
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See me do it on the floor! |
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Don't you ever miss your house in the country |
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And your hot little mama too? |
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Don't you ever miss your house in the country |
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And your hot little mama too? |
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Don't you better get a shot from the doctor |
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What the Road Ladies do to you? |
