| When the day is done I go to bed
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| I place my hands beneath my head
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| Close my eyes twilight blue
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| And board my dream train back home to you
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| Back to you Luke the Drifter, Hank Williams
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| There was a time
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| When I was lonely and I was up and down the lonesome highway
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| And Lefty Frizzell… ten years ago on a cold dark night
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| The scaffold was here in eternal light
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| Someone was killed somewhere in the county jail
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| And it was a jailhouse rock for some other jammer
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| Who was jamming some cock up somebody’s nosehole
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| (laughs)
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| Now Elvis, the epitome of fake phony jive on freak
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| You made a laughing stock of country music
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| You took away my cowboy feet
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| You thought you had someone’s heartbeat
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| But Lefty Frizzell and Hank Williams was riding that train
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| And then there was Woody Guthrie he used to sing
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| He’d sing them fools right to insane
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| Listening to the radio
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| My Oklahoma angel you know I know
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| We played the music down deep in the hole
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| You gave me just a little of your soul
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| And now left me down in the hole to get old
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| But it’s all right angel love
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| My Oklahoma angel love
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| I remember when you taught me this song
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| Woke up this morning and I grabbed my shoes
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| Way out running to get the news
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| I looked in the paper the first thing I saw
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| Was an interruption
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| And then from that interruption that you see in the sound on this tape
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| We’re gonna move around and try to get back in the groove, try to get
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| This done pretty soon. |