| There’s an oil well down on Johnson’s Road
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| Where we’d go to be alone
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| I never thought I’d go there by myself
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| I stood there callin' out your name
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| No one answered, just the same
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| The silence speaks for itself
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| Well, I’ve been high and I’ve been low
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| And I’ve walked through the fires of hell
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| Are you comin' back, Lord? |
| I don’t know
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| I guess the silence speaks for itself
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| The last time you talked to me
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| I did all the talkin', now I see
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| You were tellin' me there was someone else
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| What I’d give to hear your voice
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| But I’m not given any choice
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| 'Cause the silence speaks for itself
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| Well, I’ve been high and I’ve been low
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| And I’ve walked through the fires of hell
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| Are you comin' back, Lord? |
| I don’t know
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| I guess the silence speaks for itself
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| Well, I’ve been high and I’ve been low
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| And I’ve walked through the fires of hell
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| Are you comin' back, Lord? |
| I don’t know
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| I guess the silence speaks for itself
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| I guess the silence |