| I’m goin' down to the Greyhound Station
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| Gonna buy a ticket to ride
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| Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
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| And sit down by her side
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| Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
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| 'Bout two or three times
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| Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
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| Sing a song for the people I meet
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| And get along with it all
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| Go down where the people say «y'all»
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| Sing a song with a friend
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| Change the shape that I’m in
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| And get back in the game
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| And start playin' again
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| I’d like to stay but I might have to go to start over again
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| Might go back down to Texas
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| Might go to somewhere that I’ve never been
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| And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
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| And I won’t have to go home
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| Get used to bein' alone
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| Change the words to this song
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| Start singin' again
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| I’m tired of runnin' 'round lookin' for answers
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| To questions that I already know
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| I could build me a castle of memories
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| Just to have somewhere to go
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| Count the days and the nights that it takes
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| To get back in the saddle again
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| Feed the pigeons some clay
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| Turn the night into day
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| Start talkin' again, when I know what to say
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| I’m goin' down to the Greyhound Station
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| Gonna get a ticket to ride
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| Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
|
| And sit down by her side
|
| Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
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| 'Bout two or three times
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| Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
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| Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet
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| And get along with it all
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| Go down where the people say «y'all»
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| Feed the pigeons some clay
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| Turn the night into day
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| Start talkin' again
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| When I know what to say |