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i can't afford a ticket |
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On an old dakota airplane |
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Gotta jump a ride |
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On a cattle trucking slowtrain |
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Guess it doesn't matter |
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As long as i can get my head down in the sun. |
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I wrote a rocking song |
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Gonna sing it at the station |
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Finish all the words |
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When i reach my destination |
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Guess it doesn't matter |
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As long as i can get my head down in the sun. |
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Hey mama, please now don't you fret none |
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Don't worry but please don't you forget |
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Hey mama, please don't get upset none |
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Gotta leave and find me something better |
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Hey mama, things are gonna work out fine now |
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Believe me need for you to write |
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Hey mama, things are gonna work out fine now |
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I've got a friend said that she'd invite me. |
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I came here in the morning |
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And i crept out in the middle of the night |
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I gave nobody warning i was leaving |
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And i felt it was right |
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Now i'm off again |
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And it sure is feeling alright. |
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Got a feeling that i'm living |
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With a ticket and i won't jump a ride |
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It's no good you believing |
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That my leaving was a-wrong, it was right |
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Now i'm off again |
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And it sure is feeling alright. |