| Should’ve been a lawman, diamond in hand with a radical creed
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| Should’ve punched clocks on the beers and the docks makin' concrete
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| I’ve seen ships down in Savannah left their ivory sails soar
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| I could’ve gotten used to life it seems
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| Could’ve been a doctor livin' in a mansion, rich as I’d be
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| Could’ve had a fast car, young blonde girlfriend all for free
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| I like to think in some town far away there’d be a man like I am now
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| He will feel that he was losin' touch
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| Lost too much
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| High in the country
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| Where the skies are blue
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| High in the country
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| Where I dream of you
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| Well I’m down with the devil, I’m down with the saints
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| I’m layin' on thick, fresh coats of paint
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| Take it all back, take it all back, Jack
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| She never loved a damn thing, never lost faith
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| I would die a thousand deaths to end up in her lovin' arms
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| Every chance I had I threw away
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| I spent every day
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| High in the country
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| Where the skies are blue
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| High in the country
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| Where I dream of you
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| Where I dream of you
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| As I dream of you
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| High in the country
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| Where the strong wind blew
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| High in the country
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| Where I dream of you
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| Still I dream of you |