| I made five hundred miles in six hours flat
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| Trying to make up for lost time
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| I been beatin' a path to your mama’s door
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| To set things between us right
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| Between the hands of fate and a lot of hard luck
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| This ain’t been no gravy train
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| And I didn’t come this far just to walk away
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| I slung a rod just east of Memphis
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| And that heap of a truck shut down
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| So for nine cold hours I thumbed my way
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| Straight to the guitar town
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| And the last twelve miles to your mama’s house
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| I hiked through the pouring rain
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| And I didn’t come this far just to walk away
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| I could have turned around a thousand times
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| And went back to where I’m from
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| I’d go an extra million miles
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| If I could save what’s left of us It was a burning love that drove me here
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| And girl, I hope and pray
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| That I didn’t come this far just to walk away
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| I know that this front door ain’t the only thing
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| That stands between you and me Things I’ve said and the wrong
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| That I’ve done ain’t undone easily
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| But I’m gonna prove my love to you
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| No matter what it takes
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| 'Cause I didn’t come this far just to walk away
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| Oh, I could have turned around a thousand times
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| And went back to where I’m from
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| But I’d go an extra million miles
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| If I could save what’s left of us Oh, it was a burning love that drove me here
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| And girl, I hope and pray
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| That I didn’t come this far just to walk away
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| Oh, I didn’t come this far just to walk away |