| Cowboys and Indians and trees he could climb
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| Tomorrow came too fast but he didn’t mind
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| Ah the distance was short so light it again
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| It don’t take no time to get where I am
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| But one paper kid wasn’t really so mean
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| Just a little bit scared and a little bit green
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| And he’d heard of a place it was legal to dream
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| So he sat with his coffee in a blue Texas wind
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| And he wrote on a rock the one paper kid is rolling again
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| Ah the driver was drunk or he just didn’t see
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| The future was there it’ll happen to me
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| And all the time that he wasted was his once again
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| Ah it never gets long to get where you’ve been
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| The broken hearts scattered all over the past
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| Old glad memories trying to last
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| Whiskey and women and growing up fast
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| Fussing and loving and itching like grass
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| Hell that one paper kid wasn’t really so mean
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| Just a little bit weird cause times were so lean
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| Now he’s gone to a place where it’s legal to dream
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| No Camels no coffee no cold morning winds
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| It was wrote on a rock the one paper kid he’s rolling again
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| Ah the one paper kid he’s rolling again |