| Flying down the highway, the pedal threw the floor
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| I got a gig tonight in Houston
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| I’ve played that town before
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| The money sounds real good
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| I hear the show is sold out
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| And just when I think I got it licked
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| My motor spudders out…
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| And now it seems like the blues…
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| Have got a hold on me…
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| Oh hard times and bad luck
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| Why won’t you let me be…
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| The more things change
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| The more they stay insane
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| I think it’s really strange
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| The way they stay the same…
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| Got stranded out in Rosedale, a town that’s gone to bed
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| In this town on sunday, you might as well be dead
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| Well the sheriff don’t take kindly, to strangers on
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| The road, well he locked us up as vagrants
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| We had no place to go… and now it seems like the blues
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| Have got a hold of me… oh hard times and bad luck
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| Why won’t you let me be…
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| The more things change, the more they stay insane
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| I think it’s really strange, the way they stay the same
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| Yah the more things change, the more they stay insane
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| I think it’s really strange, the way they stay the same |