| I put a smoke up to my lips there to shade my eyes from the early mornin' sun
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| While dark clouds drifting overhead but you can’t pick the weather with your
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| thumb
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| So I pull a slicker across my back as I feel the dampness from an early rain
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| But there ain’t no traffic out of Abilene
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| You can tell the road’s my home by the way I look and where I spend the nights
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| In some late bar some parked car just anyway to make it till daylight
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| Then once again I’m on the road with nothin' but my thumb my hopes and dreams
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| There ain’t no traffic out of Abilene
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| Well I hum a song as I move along cause to myself it keeps me company
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| Well no lover home as I move along cause that’s the price I pay to stay free
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| Think about it
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| So I pull a slicker cross my back and I feel the dampness from an early rain
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| Yeah there ain’t no traffic out of Abilene
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| You can tell that the road’s my home by the way I look and where I spend the
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| nights
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| Oh in some late bar some parked car just anyway to make it till daylight
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| I’ll make it
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| Then once again I’m on the road with nothing but my thumb my hopes and dreams
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| Oh there ain’t no traffic out of Abilene yeah there ain’t no traffic out of
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| Abilene
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| Yeah there ain’t no traffic out of Abilene
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| Yeah yeah there ain’t a darn thing out of Abilene
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| Yeah there ain’t no traffic out of Abilene |