| The tired winds blow
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| And the restless go home
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| And the haggard lies down to sleep
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| Where the hours go slow
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| And the beauty we know is the love
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| That is the key
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| Lay awake and breath while the fire overtakes me
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| Down the lonesome road. |
| Ole diesel, please take me home
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| When the curtains do close and the night becomes old
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| And the willing go on their way
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| No ones in sight so they shut down the lights
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| Since the bottles all have gone dry
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| When it rains son it pours, heaven opens it’s doors
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| To drop hell straight from the sky
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| The open road’s gone and the darkness is calm enough to take your dear life
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| Stay awake and breathe, and struggle to stay in the lines
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| Down the lonesome road. |
| Ole diesel, please take me home
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| When the curtains do close and the night becomes old
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| And the stragglers all find their way
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| No ones in sight so they shut down the lights
|
| Since the bottles all have gone dry
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| Stay awake and breathe, while the fire overtakes me
|
| Down the lonesome road. |
| Ole diesel she brought me home
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| When the tired winds blow and the restless go home
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| And the haggard lies down to sleep
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| Where the hours go slow
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| And the beauty we know is the love
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| That is the key |