| A fella told me this here road leads to Cairo
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| I got to get me a ride
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| I got to go back, go back to my children
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| I got to see my little bride
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| I been travellin', gone a long long time
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| Don’t know what I’ll find, scared of what I’ll find
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| But I just got to see them again
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| Hey, thanks for stoppin', you headed down to Cairo
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| I wrecked my Lincoln in the Saint Jo
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| Why to little old Cairo, no special reason
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| Look up some folks I used to know
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| Hey, I’ve traveled some, I had my share of fun
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| And now that’s a life a man can live
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| Sure I’ve played and lost, but who minds the cost
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| You’ve got to take more than you give
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| Hey, you got another cigar, son, I sure like this-a car
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| Oh, from your daddy as a gift
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| Say on second thought there’s gifts I haven’t bought
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| Just drop me here, thanks for the lift
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| Yes, I’ve travelled some, yes, I’ve been a bum
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| Never have a dime for kin
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| I love to make my way, is more than I can say
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| To see my children poor as sin
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| I know this road leads straight into Cairo
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| Twenty-two miles straight ahead
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| I can’t, I can’t walk down this road to Cairo
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| They’re better thinkin' I’m dead
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| No, I just can’t walk down this road
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| No, I just can’t walk down this road
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| No, I just can’t walk down this road
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| No, I just can’t walk down this road
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| No, I just can’t walk down this road
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| No, I just can’t walk down this road
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| No, I just can’t walk down this road
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| No, I just can’t walk down this road |