| You hate old Chicago, in the winter time
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| When the cold wind blows right through you
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| And you said it ain’t no fun
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| You called west a dream come true
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| Then one week it got the best of you
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| On a path lying in that Oklahoma sun
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| Swore if this day ever came
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| There’d be no strings, no playing games
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| Misty eyes and sad goodbyes to say
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| When love is gone why try to put
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| A finger on what happened
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| When somewhere down the road
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| It slipped away
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| All I ever wanted was a baby in my arms
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| A wedding ring and a simple thing called home
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| All you ever gave me was a look at some old highway
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| The sky above and the love of a rolling stone
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| I remember when you told me That you’d always be a drifting man
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| And you didn’t need another hungry mouth to feed
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| And I won’t bring a child into a world between roses
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| And a thorn and the side of a tumbling tumbleweed
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| One day you may miss me But I hope you don’t feel guilty
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| Go chase the sun until your dying day
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| But inside me there’s a second little heartbeat
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| That goes with me And the one more thing that happened on the way
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| All I ever wanted was a baby in my arms
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| A wedding ring and a simple thing called home
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| All you ever gave me was a look at some old highway
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| The sky above and the love of a rolling stone |