| I don’t hang around town
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| I never keep my landing gear down
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| I love a good motel and
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| The burnin smell of wheels on ground
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| I don’t go where I go just cause theres money on the road
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| It’s a ramblin way just to see the day as it was long ago
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| I got holes in the soles of my red wing boots
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| A long way to go before the day is through
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| My back to the wind, scruff on my chin
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| My hat pulled down low
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| And I got 300 horses beneath my hood
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| More stars at night than in Hollywood
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| The road lets me be a hawk on the breeze
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| It just goes on and on
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| Like an outlaw on the run, My guitar for a gun
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| If he was only here today
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| What would Jesse James say?
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| Ive seen little cafes
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| Blown through towns with no names
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| I’ve put gas in my truck
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| With the last couple bucks from a jar on the stage
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| There a girl that I need
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| But she probably gonna leave
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| Oh but shes not to blame any girl do the same
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| With a drifter like me
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Runnin' hard beneath big black sky
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| Theres no one else in the desert tonight
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| I got the fever runnin through my viens
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| I wonder if he felt the same
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| Repeat Chorus
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| What would Jesse James Say? |