| I met a man who bought up land
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| Wherever his feet would tread
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| He asked me to El Paso
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| Said I could stay on his spread
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| He has horses and cows and tractors and plows
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| And all kinds of money to burn
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| But how can I get to Texas
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| When my wheels won’t turn
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| There was a lady from Spain
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| Who had a fine frame
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| Then she moved to Hollywood
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| She said come and stay for a week and a day
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| I said I did not think I could
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| She said the sunshine’s fine
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| I could spend some time
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| There are lessons I could learn
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| But how can I get to L.A.
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| When my wheels won’t turn
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| How can I get to L.A.
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| When my wheels won’t turn
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| I’m standin' still
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| 'Cause my wheels won’t turn
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| I’m not in love
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| And my fuel won’t burn for you
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| At a college of knowledge I tried to learn
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| All the tricks to beat the system
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| I’d hide nooks and memorize my books
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| 'Till I knew I’d never never miss them
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| Eventually I got my degree
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| But the real thing I did learn
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| You just can’t hit your home run
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| If your wheels won’t turn
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| There was a man in white
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| Who did things rght
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| Now he watches from above
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| He said here’s the way that I want you to pray
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| And the way to live and love
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| So I saw the light and did things right
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| But the candle would not burn
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| Tell me, how can I get to heaven
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| If my wheels won’t turn
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| How can I get to heaven
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| If my wheels won’t turn |