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Papa's hitting the road again |
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Takes the show cross country for hire |
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And as the crowds come and go |
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Secret agents getting bigger |
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Mom's holding sister in the chair |
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Turning pages of photographs |
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Warm in their memories |
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Falling asleep by the fire |
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To the highway where some new cowboys go |
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Drivers and drifters and rouges |
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Oh, and a crew's still working |
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Everybody's cracking jokes |
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Morning comes so easy |
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Sharing stories and forgetting time |
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Take the rest in the look in her eyes |
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As they go and close time |
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Oh, Papa's, well, he's driving past the night |
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And he's working his way to make it home |
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Oh, the old man gonna be a sight |
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When the morning come, oh, when the morning comes |
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To the highway where some old cowboys go |
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Drivers and drifters and rouges |
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Well, some drink here, some dance here |
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Oh, old big boy telling jokes |
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Mom's holding sister in the chair |
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Sharing stories and forgetting time |
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Warm in their memories |
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Falling asleep by the fire |
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Papa's he driving past the night |
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He's working his way to make it home |
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The old man he's gonna be a sight, yeah |
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When the morning come, when the morning comes |
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Papa coming home |
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Papa coming home |
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Papa coming home |
