| Johnny was a man, from East Birmingham
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| Hitching for another wind
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| So he traded his tie for a railroad ride
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| Nobody seen him since
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| Yeah baby there’s a life in the wind
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| Let yourselves out and jump right in
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| Tell your brother no it ain’t no sin
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| You gotta roll where there’s life in the wind
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| Jenny wait tables, at the cafe’s cradle
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| Dreamt of singing country songs
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| So she packed up her Jeep for Nashville Tennessee
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| Now she’s singing all night long
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| Yeah baby there’s a life in the wind
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| Let your hair down and jump right in
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| Tell your sister no it ain’t no sin
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| You gotta roll where there’s life in the wind
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| You only get, one life to live
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| And it’s too damn short to be safe with it
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| So sing a song baby, and deep dance
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| Cuz it’s never too late to take a chance, alright
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| What’s the good in what might have been
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| Gotta see for yourself what’s around that bend
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| It’s bona fide, a hell of a ride waiting to begin
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| So come on, so come on, yeah
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| Yeah baby there’s a life in the wind
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| Let move you till you’re free time spend
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| Tell your brother no it ain’t no sin
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| You gotta roll where there’s life in the wind
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| Yeah baby there’s a life in the wind
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| Let your hair down and jump right in
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| Tell your sister no it ain’t no sin
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| Gotta roll where there’s life in the wind
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| Gotta go where there’s life in the wind
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| One road where there’s life, in the wind |