| I was just a small time country boy when I left that dusty town
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| Route 66 to the Westward when I hopped an old freight down
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| California, here I come!
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| By the side door pulling and my sunburnt thumb
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| They called us okees, low down bums
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| The police on us frowned
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| Never tire of the Road!
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| Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world,
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| way out yonder is calling me
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| And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code
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| And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
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| «Never tire of the road»
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| California to the New York islands, me and my guitar
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| And we played in manys a hobo jungle, manys a skid row bar
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| Standing out in the wind and the rain
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| And that lonesome whistle is a sweet refrain
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| When you’re waiting for some old freight train that carries an empty car
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| Never tire of the Road!
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| Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world,
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| way out yonder is calling me
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| And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code
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| And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
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| «Never tire of the road»
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| I shipped on board of a liberty ship to sail the ocean blue
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| We were carrying guns, TnT, D-Day soldiers too
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| All of the men on board agreed, they’d a**ist old Jimmy Ronald and me
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| And our song rang out across the sea, you Fascists bound to lose
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| All of you fascists bound to lose, all of you fascists bound to loses,
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| all of you fascists bound to lose
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| You’re bound to lose, you fascists bound to lose
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| Never tire of the Road!
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| Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world,
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| way out yonder is calling me
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| And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code
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| And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
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| «Never tire of the road»
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| Never let them fool you or take you by suprise
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| The dirty smell of the politician, the man with the greed in his eyes
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| One big union, that’s our plan!
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| And the IWW is your only man
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| The flames of discontent we’ll fan for the cause that never dies
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| Never tire of the Road!
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| Never tire of the rolling wheels, Never tire of the ways of the world,
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| way out yonder is calling me
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| And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code
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| And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
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| «Never tire of the road» |