| There’s an old man sitting on a front porch now
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| Talking about how it used to be
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| When I was young I was a hell of a man
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| My father died when I was ten
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| I hit the road to find a job
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| Had to feed my family
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| Times were hard my hands are still scarred
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| From the life I’ve had to lead
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| I was born to run
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| Drove a tractor and trailer all my life
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| Six kids and a hell of a wife
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| Made lots of money it all slipped away
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| A large family that’s the price you pay
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| I always dreamed never gave up
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| Son, even when times got tough
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| That’s when I’d push it a little bit more
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| You should’ve heard that engine roar
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| I was born to run
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| Can’t slow down
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| No regrets, I’ve been blessed
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| Born to run
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| In time you’ll see what the good Lord’s done for me
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| Born to run
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| I can’t slow down
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| No regrets, I did my best
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| Born to run
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| In time you’ll see
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| What the good Lord’s done, done for me
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| The old man, he passed away
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| And all he said never crossed my mind
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| Until I saw the price he payed
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| Was a lot like mine
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| I’m full and though it’s miles away
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| Gotta hit the city right on time
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| And when I’m on I’ll always sing little song of mine
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| I was born to run |