| Bringing me down
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| I’m running aground
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| Blind in the light of the interstate cars
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| Passing me by
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| The buses and semis
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| Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars
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| But I’m here by the road
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| Bound to the load
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| I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
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| Alone with the rush of the drivers who won’t pick me up
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| The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars
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| The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
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| With its words of a life where nothing is new
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| Ah, Mother American Night, I’m lost from the light
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| Oh, I’m drowning in you
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| I left St. Louis, City of Blues
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| In the midst of a storm I’d rather forget
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| I tried to pretend it came to an end
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| 'Cause you weren’t the woman I once thought I’d met
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| But I can’t deny, oh, times have gone by
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| I never had doubts or thoughts of regret
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| And I was a man when all this began
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| Who wouldn’t think twice about being there yet
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| Black-throated wind whisper mix in
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| It’s speaking of life that passes like dew
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| Forced me to see you’ve done better by me
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| Done better by me than I’ve done by you
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| What’s to be found, racing around
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| You carry your pain wherever you go
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| I’m full of the blues, trying to lose
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| You ain’t gonna learn what you don’t want to know
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| So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies
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| Please help them to learn as well as to see
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| Capture a glance, oh, and make it a dance
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| Of looking at you looking at me
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| Black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
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| With its words of a lie that could almost be true
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| Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light
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| Turn around, that’s what I’m going to do
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| Oh, I’m going back home, that’s what I’m going to do
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| Oh, I’ll turn around, that’s what I’m going to do
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| Well, I’m going back home, that’s what I’m going to do
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| You’ve done better by me than I’ve done by you
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| Oh oh, I’m drowning in you
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| Well, I’m going back home, that’s what I’m going to do
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| You’ve done better by me than I’ve done by you
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| Oh oh, I’m drowning in you
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| Oh oh, I’m drowning in you
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| Ooh, I’m going back home, that’s what I’m gonna do
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| Oh, I’m drowning in you
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| There you have it, that was a real good one
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| Thank you for your patience |