| Here I go once again
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| With my suitcase in my hand
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| And I’m running away down River Road
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| And I swear, once again, that I’m never coming home
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| Yes, I’m chasing my dreams down River Road
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| Mama said, listen child
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| You’re too old to run wild
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| You’re too big to be fishin' with the boys these days
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| So I grabbed some clothes and I ran
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| Stole five dollars from a sugar can
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| A twelve year old jail breaker runnin' away
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| Here I go once again
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| With my suitcase in my hand
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| And I’m running away down River Road
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| And I swear, once again, that I’m never coming home
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| I’m chasing my dreams down River Road
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| Well, I married a pretty good man
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| And he tries to understand
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| But he knows I’ve got leavin' on my mind these days
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| When I get that urge to roam
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| I’m just like a kid again
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| The same old jail breaker runnin' away
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| Here I go once again
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| With my suitcase in my hand
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| And I’m running away down River Road
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| And I swear, once again, that I’m never coming home
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| I’m chasing my dreams down River Road |