| They see our Silver Eagle slowing down
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| We pull in a diesel up and folks all gather round
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| They know we’re from Nashville and they wonder who it is
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| Some folks are dying to live like this
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| Tonight we play in Austin at the JC Rodeo
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| Then it’s eat and sleep away the many miles still at the go
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| There’s a TV show in Charleston we can’t afford to miss
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| Some folks are dying to live like this
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| They can’t see the storm for the stars in their eyes
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| They think this life is one big bed of roses
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| They don’t see the troubles of the problems in our lives
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| That don’t start until the curtain closes
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| Some folks are dying to live like this
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| I see some good friends wasted from the things they drink and take
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| They’re high and low and in between and waitin' for the break
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| That old healing hand of time Lord is turning to the fist
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| Some folks are dying to live like this
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| They can’t see the storm for the stars in their eyes
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| They think this life is one big bed of roses
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| They don’t see the troubles of the problems in our lives
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| That don’t start until the curtain closes
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| Some folks are dying to live like this
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| I guess that’s life but I can’t help but wonder why it is
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| Some folks are dying to live like this |