| Gotta get my stuff together
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| I’m heading out
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| Gotta do the things that I’ve been speaking 'bout
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| Gotta show the world the difference between right and wrong
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| Yes
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| I gotta make myself a living writing songs
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| I’m just a lonely singer on a lonely road
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| This is the life that I chose
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| I give it more
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| So much more than what I’ve got
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| Eveything you think I am
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| I am not
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| 'Cause I’m just a one man traveling band
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| Writing down poems on the back of my hand
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| I’m hoping you will understand me
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| I’ve come a long way
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| I’ve given up the cocaine
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| Looking for a chance to play a couple songs that I wrote along the way
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| I never thought that I would ever learn guitar
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| That I’d be the man on stage
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| No Never thought that I would get to see the world
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| Love and miss the band everyday
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| But I headed out to California for margaritas by the pool
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| And the house of a good old friend of mine I knew way back in school
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| Just a box of wood
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| Six strings
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| This guitar
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| I’ve played in bedrooms and still play in bars
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| On city streets with pennies at my feet
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| And you know I’ll play for money
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| I will play for free
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| 'Cause I’m just a one man traveling band
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| Writing down poems on the back of my hand
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| I’m hoping you will understand me
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| I’ve come a long way
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| I’ve given up the cocaine
|
| Looking for a chance to play a couple songs that I wrote along the way
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| I never thought that I would ever learn guitar
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| That I’d be the man on stage
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| No Never thought that I would get to see the world
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| Love and miss the band everyday
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| But I headed out to California for margaritas by the pool
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| And the house of a good old friend of mine I knew way back in school
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| Yes |