| Don’t talk, don’t say nothing
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| I’ve just packed my things and I’m headed for something
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| Where I’m going, well, I don’t really know
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| The road is calling so I’ve got to go
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| Yes, the road is calling so I’ve got to go
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| We bid farewells
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| The winds blew like hell, said we’d meet again like some storybook tale
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| But no, we don’t talk, we don’t say nothing
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| I just pack my things and go headed for something
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| But where I was headed, well, I didn’t really say
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| The road was calling and I was on my way
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| Yes, the road was calling and I was on my way
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| So don’t talk, don’t say nothing
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| I’ll just pack my things and pretend like there’s nothing between us no more
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| As I walked out the door, she closed it behind me and cried on the floor
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| And I couldn’t talk, no, I couldn’t say nothing
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| I’ll just close my eyes and head blindly towards something
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| 'Cause where I’m going, well, I don’t really know
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| The road is calling so I’ve got to go
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| Yes, the road is calling so I’ve got to go |