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I see life from the highway |
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I've made it my home |
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There's a certain kind of freedom |
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In just being alone |
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Well I've turned my hands to most things |
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As a working man must |
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But the dollar and the bottle |
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They're all I can trust |
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Well they're ain't nothing like a sunset |
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Or walking in the rain |
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Or waking up at first light |
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On the dusty desert plain |
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There are towns I can't remember |
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And friends I can't recall |
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But this old heart and me |
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We've drifted through them all |
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And most times I'm certain |
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It suits me just right |
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But I'm sure close to lonely tonight |
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I'm sure close to lonely tonight |
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And I'm too tired to put up a fight |
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And if this feeling don't kill me |
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Well the whiskey just might |
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'Cause I'm sure close to lonely tonight |
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Every man's got a weakness |
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Baby I've got two |
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See one of them I'm drinking |
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And the other one is you |
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So pour another strong one |
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And I'll drink it like a fool |
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'Cause you're looking like a princess now |
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From this old bar stool |
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And it looks like you're certain |
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It suits you just right |
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And I'm sure close to lonely tonight |
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Well I'm sure close to lonely tonight |
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And I'm too tired to put up a fight |
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And if this feeling don't kill me |
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Well the whiskey just might |
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'Cause I'm sure close to lonely tonight |
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And I'm sure close to lonely tonight |
