| Goin' to the country
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| Get a little lonely in my mind
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| Feeling kinda funky
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| Need to find peace among the pines
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| No I’m not a junkie
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| But I get high from time to time
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| No I’m not a junkie
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| But I get high and bide my time
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| Goin' to the country
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| Pull my hat down off the shelf
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| Need a little somethin'
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| That I can hold onto myself
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| Hear a little thunder
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| Guess it’s time we bid farewell
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| Hear a little thunder
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| Chase it like a dog, I think I will
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| Chase it like a dog, I think I will
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| And it’s clear that you can’t see
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| You were wrong sometimes
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| And it’s clear that you can’t see
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| You were wrong sometimes
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| Goin' to the country
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| Couple of acres in a beat up Ford
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| Do a little runnin'
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| Reminisce and let the days unfold
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| Couldn’t get what I wanted
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| So I cut out down along that road
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| Finally get what I wanted
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| Hey darlin' think I’m almost gone
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| Hey darlin' think I’m almost gone
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| And it’s clear that you can’t see
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| You were wrong sometimes
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| And it’s clear that you can’t see
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| You were wrong sometimes
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| And it’s clear that you can’t see
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| You were wrong sometimes
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| And baby it’s clear that you can’t see
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| You were wrong, oh, sometimes
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| Sometimes |