| Won’t you scratch my itch sweet annie rich
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| And welcome me back to town
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| Come out on your porch or i’ll step into your parlor
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| And i’ll show you how it all went down
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| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
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| And a good saloon in every single town
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| Oh, and i remember something you once told me
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| And i’ll be damned if it did not come true
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| Twenty thousand roads i went down, down, down
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| And they all lead me straight back home to you
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| `cause i headed west to grow up with the country
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| Across those prairies with the waves of grain
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| And i saw my devil
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| And i saw my deep blue sea
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| And i thought about a calico bonnet from
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| Cheyenne to tennessee
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| We flew straight across that river bridge
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| Last night a half past two
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| The switchman wave his lantern goodbye
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| And so long as we went rolling through
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| Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel
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| And now i know just what i have to do
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| And the man on the radio won’t leave me alone
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| He wants to take my money for something
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| That i’ve never been shown
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| And i saw my devil
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| And i saw my deep blue sea
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| And i thought about a calico bonnet from
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| Cheyenne to tennessee
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| The news i could bring i met up with the king
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| On his head an amphetamine crown
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| He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
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| And lighted out for some desert town
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| Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
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| And a good saloon in every single town
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| Oh, but i remembered something you once told me
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| And i’ll be damned if it did not come true
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| Twenty thousand roads i went down, down, down
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| And they all lead me straight back home to you
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| Twenty thousand roads i went down, down, down
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| And they all lead me straight back home to you |