| Drive me home silver eagle.
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| Drive me away from last night’s news.
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| Empty beds, crowds of people.
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| Oh, come on, white girl, sing the blues.
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| Warm mister, hold me like you love me.
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| Why don’t you make me
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| feel real good for free?
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| And if free don’t mean for nothin',
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| let’s just say this one’s on me, yeah!
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| You know I sold my soul to rock 'n' roll.
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| I bought these devil chains.
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| My baby wants me home. |
| Can’t refuse him.
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| Sold my soul to rock 'n' roll.
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| It’s time to take that train.
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| The one that goes from heaven
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| straight to Houston, ho.
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| Whoa, I need a short vacation,
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| restin' in my baby’s arms.
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| But the road goes on
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| forever, forever, forever.
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| It keeps on going,
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| but I’m gone, gone, gone.
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| Sold my soul to rock 'n' roll.
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| Bought these devil chains.
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| Whoa, baby wants me home. |
| Can’t refuse him.
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| I sold my soul to rock 'n' roll.
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| It’s time to take that train.
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| The one that goes from heaven
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| straight to Houston, ho.
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| Did you like it?
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| Was it good?
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| Don’t it make you want to cry-hi-hi?
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| Did you like it?
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| Oh! |
| Am I good?
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| Is it worth another try-y-y?
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| AAAAAAA!!!
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| Sold my soul to rock 'n' roll.
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| It’s time to take that train.
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| The one that goes from heaven
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| straight to Houston, ho.
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| The one that goes from heaven
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| straight to Houston, ho. |