| Won’t you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
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| And welcome me back to town
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| Come out on your porch or I’ll step into your parlour
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| And I’ll show you how it all went down
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| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
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| And a good saloon in every single town
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| And I remember something you once told me And I’ll be damned if it did not come true
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| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
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| And they all lead me straight back home to you
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| 'Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
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| Across those prairies with the waves of grain
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| And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea
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| And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennesee
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| We flew straight across that river bridge, last night half past two
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| The switchman wave his lantern goodbye and good day as we went roling through
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| Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel
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| And now I know just what I have to do And the man on the radio won’t leave me alone
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| He wants to take my money for something that I’ve never been shown
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| And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue see
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| And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennesee
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| The news I could bring I met up with the king
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| On his head an amphetamine crown
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| He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
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| And lighted out for some desert town
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| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
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| And a good saloon in every single town
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| And I remember something you once told me And I’ll be damned if it did not come true
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| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
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| And they all lead me straight back home to you
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| Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
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| And they all lead me straight back home to you |