| You’re my guardrail when I’m on the road
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| You’re my shelter from the rain and cold
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| When my candle is burning low
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| You’re my beacon, I know where to go
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| You’re the plain truth when the story’s told
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| You’re the punch line to my favorite joke
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| You’re my best friend, you’re my leaning post
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| You’re my angel when I’m seeing ghosts
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| I’m staring out the door of a motel room
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| Waitin' for the the sun to stare down the moon
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| Another long night
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| The rates are low but the cost is high
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| If I didn’t have you, I’d never get by
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| It’s all right, it’s almost daylight
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| After Houston, it’s San Antone
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| Miles of lonely but I’m not alone
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| You’re the reason I ain’t turned to stone
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| I’m a gypsy on my way home
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| I’m staring out the door of a motel room
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| Waitin' for the the sun to stare down the moon
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| Another long night
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| The rates are low but the cost is high
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| If I didn’t have you, I’d never get by
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| It’s all right, it’s almost daylight
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| It’s all right, it’s almost daylight |