| There ain’t nothin' left for me here
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| I gotta get out
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| Spent the better part of 29 years just tryin' to get out
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| Got no one runnin' after me
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| Pray these two feet carry me south
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| Then, out of the corner of my eye
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| You’re lookin' at me
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| I’ve got … painted on my thigh
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| You’re weak in the knees
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| Let’s leave town by the frontage road
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| Follow the sound of the blackest road south
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| Would that you were gone away and I was gone with you
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| I’d sit myself right down, and I’d lace up my travelin' shoes
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| If I lose you down the road, would you look over your shoulder?
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| I’ll be there to have and hold you
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| We’ve only travelled 17 miles
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| You wanna turn back
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| Don’t leave your little girl in the wild
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| The sky’s turnin' black
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| Play tug-o-war til the mornin' comes
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| Find the road
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| Stick out your thumb
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| Hold it there
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| If no one comes, just run
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| Got no one runnin' after me
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| Pray these two feet carry me
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| Would that you were gone away and I was gone with you
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| I’d sit myself right down, and I’d lace up my travelin' shoes
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| If I lose you down the road, would you look over your shoulder?
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| I’ll be there to have and hold you
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| My rations runnin' low and I’m alone when I hit the state line
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| Turnin' back is the only way to go
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| Back to what’s mine
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| I’ll die in the bed that I was born in
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| Gone from this world without warnin', babe
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| Would that you were gone away and I was gone with you
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| I’d sit myself right down, and I’d lace up my travelin' shoes
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| If I lose you down the road, would you look over your shoulder?
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| I’ll be there to have and hold you |