| My wheels ain’t broken, that’s for true
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| Voice feels raspy, but my eyes still blue
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| Sometimes, I’m scraping under a hornets nest
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| Nasty buzzing gives me no rest
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| But that’s okay
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| Just like Faye Dunaway
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| So I wrote me a song as the snow melt
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| I better play with the cards I’ve been dealt
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| Went to the waters edge at high tide
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| I better pay the ferryman if I wanna ride
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| No one-trick pony show
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| Young man running, thought he understood
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| When folks made a promise, their word was good
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| But now he knows way things go
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| Dreams die faster than the wind can blow
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| Them away, oh, they just drift away
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| So I wrote me a song about the high and low
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| I won’t get rattled moving with the flow
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| Jumping back in the race, hitting four on the floor
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| Got grooves in my pocket, kicking open the door, yeah
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| No one-trick pony show
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| So I’m going home to where I started
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| Hitch a ride on the crossroad caravan
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| There’s no fire across fields departed
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| A million miles in my shoes
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| Is the sweetest journey traveling song
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| It’s always been where I belong
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| Oh na-na-na-na-na, yeah
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| So I went to the waters edge at high tide
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| You better pay the ferryman if you wanna ride, yeah
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| No one-trick pony show
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| Oh, my first rodeo (My first rodeo)
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| Here’s what I said, na-na-na
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| This ain’t my first
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| Nothing so good that it can’t be broken
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| Nothing so bad that you can’t fix it up
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| This ain’t my first rodeo
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| This ain’t my first |