| Last day that you’re home flies by
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| The road comes for me like an evil eye
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| Daddy got a gig and he must ride
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| Sword and a pistol by his side
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| Last day that you’re home flies by
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| Woman, I can see you there
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| I try to act calm like I don’t care
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| But if I stay I’m never gonna leave
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| Gonna pull you in close til you believe
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| Woman, I can see you there
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| Yeah!
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| Yeah, yeah!
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| Tuggin' on a boat and the shoestring’s rough
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| You bet against scratch and he calls your bluff
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| You make your move and you act real tough
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| But he’ll be waiting with your coat when you’ve had enough
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| Tuggin' on a boat and the shoestring’s rough
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| Road gonna rumble, road gonna rage
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| Road let the monster outta my cage
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| Road gonna rise gonna race gonna raise
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| Gonna roll to the river if the ferryman pays
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| Road gonna rumble, road gonna rage
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| Oh yeah!
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah!
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| Yeah!
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| Daddy slaying dragons in your dreams at night
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| He’s facing down villains and ogres he’d fight
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| He playing with the sky and the stars and their light
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| He hears you when you whisper and he’s holding you tight
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| Daddy slaying dragons in your dreams at night
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| Daddy got the stack and he’s comin' on home
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| He’s been to Brisbane and Dallas and Rome
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| Try to be happy try not to be grown
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| 'Cause he didn’t wanna leave you or your mama alone
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| Daddy got the stack and he’s comin' on home
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| Comin' on home
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| Comin' on home |