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Well there's a big blue sky |
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The good Lord painted for me |
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From the east of |
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Arizona Down to the mexican sea |
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Oh this too big city, |
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It don't let me feel free |
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I'm going to pack up soon |
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Take off on my own |
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They call it the mother road |
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She gonna take me back home |
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Because this too big city |
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Got nothing but a heart of stone |
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Now there's a sense of freedom |
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Out along these country lines |
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I don't need no pressure |
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Trying to make your oxygen mine |
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Oh this too big city is gonna kill itself |
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For a nickel and dime |
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Goodbye, all my troubles will be gone |
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Well I'm going back home, back to where |
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I belong Goodbye |
