| Well I woke up Wednesday morning with bad weather in my brain
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| I lay awake awhile ignoring all the rain
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| Now everybody’s talkin' about who they plan to be
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| Everybody’s talkin', everybody except me…
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| And no one cares about your heartache or which lonely town you’re from;
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| You got to take your salvation boy, however it may come
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| And I can’t help but think about what I done wrong
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| To deserve this a roamin' this a travelin' song
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| Now I got a little money and I got a little time
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| I got myself a pickup truck that I can call mine
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| I got myself a guitar and I got myself some friends
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| Some folks say I’m lucky, but I think it all depends…
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| On the lens that you are looking through and the music that you hear;
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| Cause sometimes you don’t recognize your own face in the mirror
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| And I can’t help but think about what I done wrong
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| To deserve this a roamin' this a travelin' song
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| Out here on the highway, everything’s so slow
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| I thought I knew my way home, but now I just don’t know
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| I’m going down the road with all them Easter Winds a blowin'
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| I’m going down the road and I don’t care where it’s going…
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| So one more cup of coffee and the radio is on;
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| And I’ll slip out your door to the breaking of dawn
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| And I can’t help but think about what I done wrong
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| To deserve this a roamin' this a travelin' song |