| Too long on the road, my friend
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| Too long between rides
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| Too long between homes again
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| Too long without someone by my side
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| And Lord, there’s something 'bout a sad song
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| That helps to ease the pain
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| Here I am, Lord, just singing up a storm
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| And I’m all alone again
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| Too much going down today
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| Just can’t take it in Too much running 'round today
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| Can’t tell you where I’ve been
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| Seems that just like singing in the only thing to do Only thing to help me pass the time
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| Songs are just like ladies--can't forget them when you’re through
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| And they’re always on your mind
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| And the rosewood bitters
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| Help me meet the sunshine in the morning
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| And the rosewood bitters
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| Help me through the night
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| When I feel blue
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| Too few stop to pass the time
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| Guess that’s how it goes
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| So sure that there’s much more than this
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| When really no one knows
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| And easing into midnight
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| As the bitters pass around
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| Crying in my beer
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| Singing someone else’s troubles
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| Help to ease your own
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| Goodnight, Irene, my dear
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| And the rosewood bitters
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| Help me meet the sunshine in the morning
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| And the rosewood bitters
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| Help me through the night
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| When I feel blue |