| Well I was born into the poor house, played guitar at ten years old
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| I used to sing for my mama on the front porch then
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| But I was headed for the Tennessee road
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| I worked hard, I paid my dues
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| And when my dear mama died, lord, I cried and I cried
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| That’s when I started singin' these blues
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| And these wheels they had me runnin'
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| Runnin' for record, running for the money
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| Starrin' in the picture show
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| These wheels, they had me runnin'
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| Markin' my time in the pages of history
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| Rockin' down a Tennessee road
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| Oh those screaming teens, they like my tight blue jeans
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| They like to dirty dirty below
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| They like my blue suede shoes, they like my g.i. |
| blues
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| They like the way I move my hips real slow
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| Done my time in the army though they tried to retire me
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| They couldn’t put out my fire, oh no
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| Because the 50s were swinging and I was the king
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| Revolution was burning my soul
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| And these wheels, they had me runnin'
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| Runnin' for the women, runnin' for the money
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| Starrin' in the picture show
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| These wheels, they had me runnin'
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| Markin' my time in the pages of history
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| Rockin' down a Tennessee road
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| Come on over honey, help me spend my money
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| Revolution’s gone way beyond me
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| Ah you look like a lady who once had a baby
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| My daughter named Lisa Marie
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| Oh my body is hungry but it just don’t ever feel satisfied
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| I can’t seem to change with the times, I’m always lookin' behind
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| I got a gnawin' feeling inside
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| And these wheels, they got me runnin'
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| Runnin' through this mansion, runnin' from this era
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| Starrin' in the late late show
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| These wheels, they got me runnin'
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| Runnin' to my mama, come out of the darkness
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| Take me off this Tennessee road
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| Runnin' to my mama, come out of the darkness
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| Take me off this Tennessee road |