| She’s walking like the devil went the other way
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| Walking like she don’t care anyway
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| Watch her, how she gives herself another day to rest
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| Say nothing of the trouble she’s in
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| Nothing of the places she’s been
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| Only watch her, how she sets the wind on fire
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| When she says
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| «Good man, follow where I go
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| A hundred miles below, honey»
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| And you’re out the door
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| Standing by yourself in the cold
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| Thinking that you’re suddenly too old
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| To wake up in a story that you never told someone
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| But still you’re in a still-life she’s drawn
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| And it’s nothing like the places she’s gone
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| And you’re hanging by the line that she’s walking on
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| And she says
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| «Good man, follow where I go
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| A hundred miles below, honey
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| You could be a good man, faithful, on your knees
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| But I left you hard to please, honey»
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| And you’re out the door
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| Taking on a free man’s appeal
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| Taking on a better man’s feel
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| Never been a soul didn’t make a one-way deal
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| Brother, make a wise man out of me
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| Tell me how it ain’t how it ought to be
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| It’s just another devil and another deep blue sea…
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| «Good man, follow where I go
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| A hundred miles below, honey»
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| Maybe I could be a good man, faithful, on my knees
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| But you left me hard to please, honey… and I’m out the door |