| I’m leavin' town this morning
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| Back on a midnight ride
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| No destination weary
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| Caught in the same old stride
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| And oh my lord I’ll see you
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| Ruined by the way
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| Only to remember
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| The sideways sins of yesterday
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| Summertime in Denver
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| Gonna see some friends of mine
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| I may hide there ‘til September
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| Fore the leaves begin to die
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| It don’t even matter
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| The poets seldom heard
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| I’m gonna board the midnight ferry
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| And carry on my way with yes the world
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| Hallelujah, hey
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| Hallelujah, hey
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| Hallelujah, hey
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| Hallelujah, hey
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| Touching down in Memphis
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| Gonna find some blue suede shoes
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| And even though it may seem senseless
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| It’s all that I can do
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| It don’t even matter
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| The preachers seldom heard
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| I’m gonna board the midnight ferry
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| And carry on my way with yes the world
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| Hallelujah, hey
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| Hallelujah, hey
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| Hallelujah, hey
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| Hallelujah, hey
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| And it’s my last trip through Detroit
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| Gonna drown away this pain
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| I got no one left to live for
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| And no one left to blame
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| It don’t even matter
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| I don’t want the last word
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| I’m gonna board the midnight ferry
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| And carry on my way with yes the world
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| I’m gonna board the midnight ferry
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| And carry on my way with yes the world
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| Hallelujah, hey
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| Hallelujah, hey
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| Hallelujah, hey
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| Hallelujah, hey
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| It don’t even matter
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| I don’t want the last word
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| I’m gonna board the midnight ferry
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| And carry on my way with yes the world
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| I’m gonna board the midnight ferry
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| And carry on my way with yes the world
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| I’m gonna board the midnight ferry
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| And carry on my way with yes the world |