| Packed up my piano and a suitcase full of clothes
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| And I went looking for a better place to hide
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| Ride across the border in a broken down sedan
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| With a bottle and a rifle on my mind
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| On and on and on and on the miles stretch for hours
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| The radio keeps spitting out the tunes
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| Every other song is just another tired rhythm
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| Another tired lover’s tune
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| It’s a long, long way back to Nashville
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| Where I come from, where I been
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| It’s a long, long way back to Nashville
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| But I promise I will see you again
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| Through the ice and fog this morning the sun is coming up
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| I’m standing on the shores of the hudson bay
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| Over glass fired violet, silence, silence
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| Calling up the day
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| And every man is an island, an island
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| In his own special way
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| There’s a white ghost out on the water, the water
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| With one good song and nothing else to say
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| It’s a long, long way back to Nashville
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| Where I come from, where I been
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| It’s a long, long way back to Nashville
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| But I promise I will see you again
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| In heaven |