| I wake up in the morning with my head up in the clouds, got nowhere to go
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| This feeling deep inside of me tells me tells me I ought to be back on the road
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| Well it hurt me to no end to see the back of my best friend
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| Guess I’ll go and pack my things
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| And I’ll get back on the road again
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| Well I’ve been a lot of places and I’ve seen a lot of faces just moving around
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| Living out a suitcase, running in the rat race, doing the rounds
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| Well it took me by surprise to see the sadness in her eyes
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| Guess I’ll go and pack my things
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| And get back on the road again
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| Don’t you worry, I’ll be back someday
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| Ain’t no hurry, I’ve just got time to slip away
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| Guess it’s hard to understand why a home loving man wants to get up and go
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| But this feeling deep inside of me tells me tells me I ought to be back on the
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| road
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| Well I hope she’ll realise I’m just another guy
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| Guess I’ll go and pack my things
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| And I’ll get back on the road again
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| Yes I’ll go and pack my things
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| And I’ll get back on the road again
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| Go and pack my things
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| And get back on the road again |