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How many nights must I wonder, |
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And how many nights must I wait? |
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How many nights full of thunder, |
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And tell me how many man must I hate? |
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Putting one foot after the other |
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On a highway that never ends. |
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With a blues note comes from a guitar, |
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I jump back in the saddle again. |
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And I got my finger on the trigger, |
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I'll shoot the big one and blow you away. |
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I got my finger on the trigger, |
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I'll shoot the big one and blow you away. |
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Like a scene from an old western movie |
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Where they hang 'em by ropes from a tree. |
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The system has all been so groovy, |
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But not when it happens to me. |
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And I'm throwing one punch after another |
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On a prize fight that never ends. |
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With a blues note from Frigo's guitar, |
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I jump back in the saddle again. |
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Repeat Chorus. |
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Well how many times does it feel like |
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Life's just one big pile of bullshit? |
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And everybody seems to be out |
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For a little bit of everybody else's? |
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Well here's a little bit of advice, |
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Get yourself a big old .45, |
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And blow your troubles away! |
