| Mountain’s rough this time of year
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| Close the highway down
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| They don’t warn the town
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| I’ve been fighting second gear for fifteen miles or so
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| Trying to beat the angry snow
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| And I know every town worth passing through
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| But what good does knowing do with no one to show it to
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| And I’ve grown tired of traveling alone
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| Tired of traveling alone
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| I’ve grown tired of traveling alone
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| Won’t you ride with me
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| I’ve grown tired of traveling alone
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| Tired of traveling alone
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| I’ve grown tired of traveling alone
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| Won’t you ride with me, won’t you ride
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| Won’t you ride?
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| I quit talking to myself
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| And listening to the radio a long, long time ago
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| Damn near strangled by my appetite
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| In Ybor City on a Friday night
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| Couldn’t even stand upright
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| So high, the street girls wouldn’t take my pay
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| She said come see me on a better day, she just danced away
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| And I’ve grown tired of traveling alone
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| Tired of traveling alone
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| I’ve grown tired of traveling alone
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| Won’t you ride with me
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| I’ve grown tired of traveling alone
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| Tired of traveling alone
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| I’ve grown tired of traveling alone
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| Won’t you ride with me, won’t you ride
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| Won’t you ride?
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| Pain in the outside lane, I’m tired of answering to myself
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| Heart like a rebuilt part, I don’t know how much it’s got left
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| How much it’s got left
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| I’ve grown tired of traveling alone
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| Tired of traveling alone
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| I’ve grown tired of traveling alone
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| Won’t you ride with me
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| I’ve grown tired of traveling alone
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| Tired of traveling alone
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| I’ve grown tired of traveling alone
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| Won’t you ride with me, won’t you ride
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| Won’t you ride? |