| It’s nine o’clock at this old station
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| And my silver linin' ride is right on time
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| And as I buy myself a one-way ticket
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| For somewhere else on down the line
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| And I see that on their faces
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| Of a people that will never come home
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| And when I stare into the mirror, mama
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| See myself all alone
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| And did you ever stop to wonder
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| About the times that she laid by your side
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| When you know that I was right
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| And you finally realize
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| You took a left turn on a red light
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| Sun shines down on the desert
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| And it seems to make my life a haze
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| And I dream of my childhood sweetheart
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| And the freedom that I had in those days
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| When I wake from all my dreamin'
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| Will this boxcar always be my lonely home, yeah
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| Well I don’t know where I am
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| And I really don’t give a damn
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| This crazy life of mine will soon be gone
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| And did you ever stop to wonder
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| About the times that she laid by your side
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| When you know that I was right
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| And you finally realize
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| You took a left turn on a red light
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| Well it’s nine o’clock at this old station
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| Once again my ride is right on time
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| And as I buy myself another ticket, Lord
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| For somewhere else on down the line
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| Well I’ll always be a rambler
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| Well the ones I love always keep tellin' me
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| You stare too long in the mirror, son
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| Someday you’ll be too blind to see
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| And now I can stop my wonderin'
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| About the times that she laid by my side
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| Now I know that I was right
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| And I finally realize
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| I took a left turn on a red light |