| When I were living in the country
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| I were working up until I fell
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| I only went down
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| My ship had already sailed
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| I met a girl down in Memphis
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| It was going well I thought at first
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| She never said bye
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| She left when she’d knew I’d fail
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| And if I could understand
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| Might finally get some rest at last
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| Would I fight to take a stand?
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| I’d never look back
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| Never have to look out for the Man
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| When I were moving out the country
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| Thought my luck came by and I was saved
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| Couldn’t get out
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| I found no check in the mail
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| So I went up to Nashville
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| It was going well but then went still
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| I couldn’t get by
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| Lucky to live to tell the tale
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| And if I could understand
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| Might finally get some rest at last
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| Would I fight to take a stand?
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| I’d never look back
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| Never have to look out for the Man
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| And if I could understand
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| Might finally get some rest at last
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| Would I fight to take a stand?
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| I’d never look back
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| Never have to look out for the Man
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| Said never look back
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| Never have to look out for the Man |