| Country John lives his life
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| Mostly working at the mill
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| And other than his wife
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| A single dream is his only thrill
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| Gotta get away, Gotta see the land
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| Gotta see the world, Gotta be a man
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| Gotta get away, Gotta see the land
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| Gotta see the world, Gotta be a man
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| In the evening when the sun begins to fade
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| And work is over, and supper is too
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| A chevy guitar case comes out from underneath the bed
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| And Country John will do his dues
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| Say now!
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| Between the moonshine and the shining of the moon
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| And his sway back a woman by his side
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| And he would soon find that the lining of his tomb
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| From way back was too hard to divide
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| Say now!
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| Gotta get away, Gotta see the land
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| Gotta see the world, Gotta be a man
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| Gotta get away, Gotta see the land
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| Gotta see the world, Gotta be a man
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| All the others and the young folk too
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| Rock with John while he did his dues
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| The moonshine and the shadows through the vine
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| They all rocked with John too
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| Gotta get away, Gotta see the land
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| Gotta see the world, Gotta be a man
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| Gotta get away, Gotta see the land
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| Gotta see the world, Gotta be a man |