| The highway bends like my lover’s leg
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| Pulls me in like a wick draws a flame
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| She don’t bother to remember my name
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| We don’t talk of such things
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| I’ll kiss you once
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| Baby, I’ll kiss you twice
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| But I can’t kiss you for the rest of your life
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| 'Cause I’m not fit to be the man that makes you a wife
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| Baby, baby its just my foolish plight
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| Whatever road I may go down
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| If it bends, if it don’t know how
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| I ain’t stopped since I left my home town
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| And I can’t slow down
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| I do what any man can to survive
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| Work a day or maybe even night
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| But I can’t work inside for some 9−5
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| Honey not in this life
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| Whatever road I may go down
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| If it bends, if it don’t know how
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| I ain’t stopped since I left my hometown
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| And I can’t slow down
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| Brown bodies
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| Bent at the waist
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| Frozen in a field as I drive by
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| In my unconscious pace
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| Freedom is not a state of mind
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| Nor is it a united state
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| Oh, and it sure ain’t my escape
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| Whatever road I may go down
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| If it bends, if it don’t know how
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| I ain’t stopped since I left my hometown
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| And I can’t slow down
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| No no no oh no
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| And I can’t slow down
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| No oh no
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| Oh, lord
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| And I can’t slow down |