| Don’t really know
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| How much longer I can stick around
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| Cause my bags are collecting dust
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| And my ceiling’s coming down
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| Kissed the gutter on Bourbon Street
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| Louisiana give me New Orleans
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| It’s time to change the locks oh baby
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| On my back door
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| I’m east coast bound I’m stuck in
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| Chinatown for the night
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| I’m gonna walk, run
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| Whatever it takes I’m leaving
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| I’m gonna walk, run
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| Whatever it takes I’m gone
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| Trucks loaded up and ready to go
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| The stage coach is leaving town
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| My snakeskin boots are tough enough
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| For that dusty Texas ground
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| San Antonio get ready for me
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| The Houston honeys are a luxury
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| It’s time to change the locks oh baby
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| On my back door
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| I’m east coast bound I’m stuck in
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| Chinatown for the night
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| I’m gonna walk, run
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| Whatever it takes I’m leaving
|
| I’m gonna walk, run
|
| Whatever it takes I’m gone
|
| It’s time to change the locks oh baby
|
| On my back door
|
| I’m east coast bound I’m stuck in
|
| Chinatown for the night
|
| I’m gonna walk, run
|
| Whatever it takes I’m leaving
|
| I’m gonna walk, run
|
| Whatever it takes I’m gone
|
| It’s time to change the locks oh baby
|
| On my back door
|
| I’m east coast bound I’m stuck in
|
| Chinatown for the night
|
| I’m gonna walk, run
|
| Whatever it takes I’m leaving
|
| I’m gonna walk, run
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| Whatever it takes I’m gone |