| Rollin' nowhere, flashing signs
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| Passing shadows, bitter wine
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| Rollin' nowhere, now I find
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| My heart’s a lonesome line
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| Down by the muddy river
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| In a jungle with no name
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| Let the smoke rise from the fire
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| Let the story fan the flame
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| In a burnin' need for rollin'
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| 'Til the world looks all the same
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| Rollin' nowhere
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| Let my mind be free of questions
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| Let my heart be free of fears
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| Let my eyes see only motion
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| Let a day become a year
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| In a blur of rollin' nowhere
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| 'Til I’m way out in the clear
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| Rollin' nowhere
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| Every tramp will soon discover
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| With the dawning of the light
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| You can’t stay in the mission
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| If you don’t know wrong from right
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| So you keep on movin' faster
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| Leave your conscience out of sight
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| A barber can’t make a livin'
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| Off a man who won’t be shaved
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| Preacher can’t make a livin'
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| Off a man who won’t be saved
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| He might accept your welfare
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| But he’ll run right over your grave
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| Rollin' nowhere |