| I’ve still got those country feelings
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| And their roots are in my soul
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| When I’m so tired I can’t take it
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| Of this life that I’ve been sold
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| I turn off the world around me
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| And go drifting back in line
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| As those same old country feelings
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| Just come flowing across my mind
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| I remember to this day the bright red Georgia clay
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| How it stuck to the tyres after the summer rain
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| Will power made that old car go
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| A woman’s mind told me that it’s so
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| Oh, how I wish we were back on the road again
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| Me and you and a dog named Boo
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| Travellin' and livin' off the land
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| Me and you and a dog named Boo
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| How I love bein' a free man
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| I can still recall the wheat fields of Saint Paul
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| And the mornin' we got caught robbin' from an old hen
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| Old MacDonald, he made us work
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| But then he paid us for what it was worth
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| Another tank of gas and back on the road again
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| Me and you and a dog named Boo
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| Travellin' and livin' off the land
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| Me and you and a dog named Boo
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| How I love bein' a free man
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| I’ll never forget that day we motored stately into big L.A.
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| The lights of the city put settlin' down in my brain
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| Though it’s only been a month or so
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| That old car’s buggin' us to go
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| You gotta get away and get back on the road again
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| Me and you and a dog named Boo
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| Travellin' and livin' off the land
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| Me and you and a dog named Boo
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| How I love bein' a free man
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| Me and you and a dog named Boo
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| Travellin' and livin' off the land
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| Me and you and a dog named Boo
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| How I love bein' a free man
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| Me and you and a dog named Boo
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| Travellin' and livin' off the land |