| I been thinking and I been hummin'
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| I been pickin' and I been strumming
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| Just waiting, waiting on a song
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| I been hitching and I been thumbin'
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| I can almost hear one coming
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| I’m just waiting, waiting on a song
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| I looked down in my pocket
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| Underneath the bed
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| Walked under the lamp post
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| And one hit me on the head
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| Am I blind or too dumb to see
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| All the sound surrounding me?
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| I’m just waiting, waiting on a song
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| You can look up at the stars
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| Bow your head and count the cars
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| You’ll still be waiting, waiting on a song
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| Might be a blue bird or a crow
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| On a cord between two poles
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| They’re just waiting, waiting on a song
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| Songs don’t grow on trees
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| You gotta pick 'em out the breeze
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| Fall down on your knees
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| And pray one comes along
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| When those railroad gates come down
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| You gotta stop and turn around
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| Or you’ll be waiting, waiting on a song |