| I hung it all up
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| 'Cause I’d had enough of that highway
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| So I settled down and quit runnin' around like my wild days
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| Most of the time I do just fine
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| I’m where I want to be
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| But I know it ain’t over
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| The smell of sweet clover
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| Still works it’s magic on me.
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| And the feelin' comes back
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| On a brite summer morning
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| Lord it strikes without warning
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| And it takes me away
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| Oh the feeling comes back
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| I’d like to be rodeoen
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| Just packed up and goin'
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| Wish I was leaving today.
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| In my memories haze I think of the days when I was crazy
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| Now I’m slowin' down quit runnin' around getting lazy
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| But deep down inside in the back of my mind
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| THere’s a wild buckaroo running free
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| I guess I’ll never get over the way the sweet clover
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| Still works it’s magic on me. |