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There was a man who owned a part of town. Approached me in his own saloon and said. "Hey boy, sit down". Was I unemployed or would I like a job?. He said he owned the stage line. There were men w
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Had a widow down in Boston. You know she really trusted me. Then I ran away to Cleveland. From a brand new bride-to-be Held a preacher's plate in Memphis. On a dark cold Sunday night. By Tuesday
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I met a man who bought up land. Wherever his feet would tread. He asked me to El Paso. Said, "I could stay on his spread". He has horses and cows and tractors and plows. And all kinds of money to
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Coming to you across country. Hoping Incomprehensible loud. You asked do we play heavy music. Well a thunder heads just another cloud, and we do Not fragile, straight at you When we vanish through
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Oh, when you feel like dancin' but you're all shook out. We have found the answer, turn yourself about. Find yourself some people to stand out in line. Join the ends together and now you're doin' f
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Good bye, hard life. Don't cry would you let it ride?. Good bye, hard life. Don't cry would you let it ride? You can't see the mornin', but I can see the light. Try, try, try let it ride. While y
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Walk your street. And I'll walk mine. And should we meet. Would you spare me some time? 'Cause you should see my world, meet my kind. Before you judge our minds Blue collar Sleep your sleep. I'm
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We rented a truck and a semi to go. Travel down the long and the winding road. Look on the map, I think we've been there before. Close up the doors, let's roll once more Cop's on the corner, look h
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THIS SONG IS INSTRUMENTAL.
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I've made up my mind. I've got to get out in a hurry. I've stated my case. There's no need to come on with worry 'Cause I'm a real straight shooter. And my boot heels are clean. I'll always try t
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Burned down on the boulevard. Livin' so fast and sweet and hard. Don'tcha try and shoot me down. Don't intend to stick around Gotta move, move on down the road. Gotta move, move on down the road I
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You get up every morning. From your alarm clock's warning. Take the 8 15 into the city. There's a whistle up above. And people pushin', people shovin'. And the girls who try to look pretty. And
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh alright. Gonna catch a flight to Nevada. Leave her friends at home in L. A. Seven come eleven or blackjack. Gamblin' night and day, yeah Cause she's a roller, now. A h
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