| When I was just a little baby
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| My mama held my hand
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| Tried to hold me steady all she could
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| But I pulled just like a full-grown man
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| Now mama was a real fine woman
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| Only angel I’ve ever known
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| Guess I must have turned out more like my daddy
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| A chip off the rollin' stone
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| Sometimes I wake up sweatin'
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| Yeah, eyes open wide
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| I feel like a freight train comin'
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| I wish I knew the reason why
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| Why do I feel like running
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| I love the life I’m livin'
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| I’ve made myself a happy home
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| I’ve got a woman who’s in love with a man
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| But she’s worried about my gypsy bone
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| Sometimes I wake up sweatin'
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| Yeah, eyes open wide
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| I feel like a freight train comin'
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| I wish I knew the reason why
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| Why do I feel like running
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| I tell her I ain’t never leavin'
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| I only travel with my mind
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| A part of her knows that I’m in it for the long haul
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| But part of her knows I’m lyin'
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| Sometimes I wake up sweatin'
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| Yeah, eyes open wide
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| I feel like a freight train comin'
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| I wish I knew the reason why
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| Why do I feel like running
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| Why do I feel like running
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| Why do I feel like running
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| Why do I feel like running
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| Why do I feel like running
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| Yeah
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| I guess it’s just my daddy’s blood
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| That’s right |