| I woke up staring at a dead man’s toe
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| Took off the tag to pack my bags and go
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| I wrote you a note, nailed it to the front door
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| Southbound now and I don’t live here no more
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| The broken mirror’s in your bathroom drawer
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| When the devil comes out
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| You wondering where I’m at
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| Say I checked out early and I ain’t coming back
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| No, I ain’t coming back
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| There gold horn blowing from the center of town
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| Tried to walk with my shoe soles melt to the ground
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| I looked to the sun, never shined on me
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| Dark clouds hanging and they just won’t leave
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| I get the feeling every time I breath
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| Like I’m sucking in soot 'til my lungs turn black
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| And I checked out early and I ain’t coming back
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| No, I ain’t coming back
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| Got my thumbs river side hitching a ride
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| Picked up an oil tanker nine miles high
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| I went to the top to give him my last dime
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| Stood up on the deck and watched the wake from behind
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| Looked like a tidal wave of mud and grime
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| And who would’ve though that I would get the last laugh
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| When I checked out early and I ain’t coming back
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| No, I ain’t coming back |