| Headin' down life’s crooked road
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| Lots of things I never knowed
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| And because of me not knowin', I now pine
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| Trouble got in the trail
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| Spent the next five years in jail
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Detour, there’s a muddy road ahead
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| Detour, paid no mind to what it said
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| Detour, oh, these bitter things I find
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| One of our guests introduced this song in 1946. Here is Wesley Tuttle to sing
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| it for ya
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| When I got right to the place
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| Where it said «About Face»
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| I guessed that all a' my worries were behind
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| But the further I go
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| The more sorrow I know
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Detour, there’s a muddy road ahead
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| Detour, paid no mind to what it said
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| Detour, oh, these bitter things I find
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Another very fine guest: a Capitol recording artist that you all know and love,
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| to sing another verse for you- Merle Travis!
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| When I got stuck in the mud
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| All my hopes dropped with a thud
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| And I guess that my heart strings are made of twine
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| Had no willpower to get
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| From this hole that I’m in yet
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Detour, there’s a muddy road ahead
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| Detour, paid no mind to what it said
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| Detour, oh, these bitter things I find
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| Should have read that detour sign |