| (Get outta town
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| Get outta town
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| Get outta town
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| Get out now)
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| Get outta town, get outta town
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| This town’s sick of me hanging around
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| I drifted through my life, I drifted through town
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| But when I left this wife, this was the road that I found
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| All of my life, everyday
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| Alone on the road, I don’t know my way
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| I just stay, make a mess, I never clean up
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| 'Cause I’m movin' on, alone on the road
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| Drifters raus, get out of the house
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| When they start to shout, I know to raus
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| Drifters raus, get outta the house
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| Get outta the house
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| (Get outta town
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| Get outta town
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| Get out now)
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| I was stopped by the Mounties in the very next county
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| They knew nothing about me, so they chose to doubt me
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| A vagrancy charge would make my life really hard
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| So to stay out of jail, I took this job
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| So I worked on a farm for six months or more
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| I worked in the dust and I worked in the storm
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| Tripped over a lantern late one night in the barn
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| Couldn’t pump enough water to save that old man’s farm
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| Drifters raus, get out of the house
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| When they start to shout, I know to raus
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| Drifters raus, get outta the house
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| Get outta the house
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| (Get outta town
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| Get outta town
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| Get out now)
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| I don’t wipe my feet and I never unpack
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| When I’m leaving here, I’m never comin' back
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| I never count the checks that I bounce
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| By the time that they’re found, I’m headed south
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| To the next little town, where I throw it down
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| Have it my way or I hit the highway
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| 'Cause I got a name and I got a song
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| And I couldn’t care if I’m playin' it wrong
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| Drifters raus, get out of the house
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| When they start to shout, I know to raus
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| Drifters raus, get outta the house
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| I told my horse to whoa, but they said «drifters raus» |