| Detour, there’s a muddy road ahead, detour
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| Paid no mind to what it said
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| Detour, oh, these bitter things I find
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Headed down life’s crooked road
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| Lots of things I never knowed
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| Because of me not knowing, I now pine
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| Trouble got in the trail
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| Spent the next five years in jail
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| When I got right to the place
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| Where it said «About Face»
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| I thought that all my worries were behind
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| But the farther I go
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| The more sorrow I know
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| When I got stuck in the mud
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| All my hopes dropped with a thud
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| I guess that my heart strings are made of twine
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| Have no willpower to get
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| From the hole that I’m in yet
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Should have read that detour sign |