| Here in the down and low
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| A mean tussle in New Mexico
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| Ain’t fightin' for much I know
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| You rise, some rights… you roll
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| So long San Bernadino
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| You were no friend of mine
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| Here’s one for your tight young guns
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| And one north for a ride
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| I’m outta love, so tired and wearin' out
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| I’m outta love, slow goin' down, a fighter failing
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| For every dope I know
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| There’s a mother load of good intention
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| I’m outta love, I might head for home
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| Where highway 7 ends… man down
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| Man, I could have killed someone
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| Hello Ontario
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| From Blackwater out to Mountain Grove
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| A rumble in every town
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| The meat does shake the hounds
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| Your sweet Canadian women always blowin' my mind
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| They hunt in the autumn time
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| Oh my my, they’ll eat your heart alive
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| I’m outta love, so tired and wearin' out
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| I’m outta love, slow goin' down, a fighter failing
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| I’m every broken hope
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| I’m another dope, the devil’s engine
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| I’m outta love, I might head for home
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| Where highway 7 ends… man down
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| Man, I could have killed someone
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| For all that I’ve done, for all that I’ve said
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| Lord knows I was a travelling man
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| I could have killed someone
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| With my mind at rest
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| Yeah, my dream is dead
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| To fade, to wholly hear the head bell
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| To break and know that it’s the right time
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| To wave and go
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| My light is kinda low, all heartbreak and bones
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| And now I chat with shadows in this ghost of a town
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| I ain’t got the fight, it’s alright
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| Smoked all my herb and drank all my wine, had a lay, a good time
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| I’m alright…
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| Where Highway 7 ends… man down
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| Man I could have killed someone
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| For all that I’ve done and all that I’ve said
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| Lord knows I was a travelling man
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| I could have killed someone |