| Hey no but a lonesome road
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| It’s by the time you’re quitting
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| Life’s so tireless and low
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| You’re so sad and lonely
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| Got no family just an old man
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| From some old country
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| You inside no cheering
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| Ain’t none by your side
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| You left all your women
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| Ain’t you satisfied
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| Now the age is creeping
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| Cause your cold brain
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| I know you sweeping
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| To late now hey
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| To the years you wasted
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| I wait patiently
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| All the jobs you’ve tasted
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| Not a word for me
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| Now don’t you see the clinging
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| To a memory of a lovely of lovely
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| Yes old country coz don’t
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| Nobody needs no old me
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| Cause nobody causes
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| No party even whispers
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| A lot of on a shame
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| Don’t just sit there clinging
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| To a memory of a lovely of lovely
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| Thing some old country
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| Cause don’t know needs
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| No nobody causes name
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| No party even whispers
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| A whole of on a shame
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| Now the age is creeping
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| Cause your cold brain
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| I know you sweeping
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| To late now too late now
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| Too late now |