| I got lost about an hour ago
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| I sailed past that fork in the road and now here I stand
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| A stranger in a foreign land
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| An empty barn and a weather vein
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| A picket fence that’s seen its day
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| Oh I sit to stay cuz I don’t got much to do today
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| I go down to the local store
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| I caught a glance from the local whore that she threw my way
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| And I still got nothing to do today
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| I carry on down the street
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| I’m looking for a place to eat, but my belly’s so full
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| With all these things I’m hoping for, whores
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| And I’m wishing my legs away
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| Oh I’m wishing my legs away
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| Cuz they’re taking me to no where safe
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| Oh, they’re taking me to know where safe
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| An old man in a pickup truck
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| Says, «son are you out of luck?»
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| And I nod my head
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| I say my day is spent and my spirit’s dead
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| He says, «come on now take a ride.
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| You sit yourself in the passenger side and I’ll go your way, cuz I don’t got
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| much to do today»
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| And I’m wishing my legs away
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| Oh I’m wishing my legs away
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| Cuz they’re taking me to no where safe
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| Oh, they’re taking me to know where safe |