| Turnin' the radio dial
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| Combin' the airwaves for an AM station out of Houston
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| I’ve driven a thousand miles
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| And all I know’s this trip’s sure been a long one and a rough one
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| I guess you could say I could use a shoulder
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| And some old tune to slow me down or pull me over
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| Ain’t anybody playin' sad songs anymore?
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| Don’t anybody know what that old steel guitar is for?
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| Old cowboys like me, dead set on bein' free
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| Who leave the only freedom they’re ever gonna find cryin' at love’s front door
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| Ain’t anybody playin' sad songs anymore?
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| Turnin' it all in my mind
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| Knowin' it’s gonna be hard 'cause it’s over and I knew it when she said it
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| It’s gonna take some time
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| And evry heartache needs a highway and a DJ and a sunset
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| I don’t wanna har about forever
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| I’m fallin' apart just tryin' to keep it all together
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| Ain’t anybody playin' sad songs anymore?
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| Don’t anybody know what that old steel guitar is for?
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| Old cowboys like me, dead set on bein' free
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| Who leave the only freedom they’re ever gonna find cryin' at love’s front door
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| Ain’t anybody playin' sad songs anymore?
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| Turnin' the radio dial
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| Combin' the airwaves for an AM station out of Houston |