| Headed down life’s crooked road, lots of things I never knowed
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| Because of me not knowin', I now pine
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| Trouble got in the trail, spent the next five years in jail
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Detour, there’s a muddy road ahead, detour
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| Paid no mind to what it said
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| Detour, oh these bitter things I find
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| When I got right to the place where it said 'about face'
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| I thought that all my worries were behind
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| But the farther I go, the more sorrow I know
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Detour, there’s a muddy road ahead, detour
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| Paid no mind to what it said
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| Detour, oh these bitter things I find
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Let’s go
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| When I got stuck in the mud all my hopes dropped with a thud
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| I guess that my heart strings were made of twine
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| No willpower to get from the hole I’m in yet
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Detour, there’s a muddy road ahead, detour
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| Paid no mind to what it said
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| Detour, oh these bitter things I find
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Should have read that detour sign |