| Turn on the radio, flip through the stations
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| Nothin' to hear there, nothin' holds my attention
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| Writin' and ridin', thinkin' of nothin'
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| Crossin' the bridge to New Orleans
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| There ain’t nothin' pretty 'bout this way of livin'
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| I clean up my face but I can’t wash the sinnin'
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| This road is ragged and it’s never-endin'
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| The blacktop covers the scars
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| And the night ain’t changed none and the sun still rises
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| The wind still blows through the trees on the highway
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| But the towns are changin' and the view is different
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| It’s new lookin' through the same eyes
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| So pack up my things tonight and go down to Texas
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| Find me some water and drown my intentions
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| and snicker at ashes
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| I’m prayin' they’ll wash with the tide
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| And the night ain’t changed none and the sun still rises
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| The wind still blows through the trees on the highway
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| But the towns are changin' and the view is different
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| It’s new lookin' through the same eyes
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| And the night ain’t changed none and the sun still rises
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| The wind still blows through the trees on the highway
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| But the towns are changin' and the view is different
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| It’s new lookin' through the same eyes |