| I made it up to Nashville, played the park
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| I took a broken guitar through the heart
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| And I chased a girl to New Orleans
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| She lit me up on Bourbon Street
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| So I headed up to Memphis on the train
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| Got side tracked in the Mississippi rain
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| Picked up a case of delta blues
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| But I washed it down with Tennessee booze
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| There ain’t no grass gonna grow up under my feet
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| No telling where I might be
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| I can always find one hell of a time
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| While I’m out here looking for me
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| No stone unturned
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| No turn unstoned
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| Well Colorado put me in the clouds
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| I still don’t think my feet had touched the ground
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| I sat tonight on fire and in LA
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| Hell I’m just glad nobody knew my name
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| Well there ain’t no grass gonna grow up under my feet
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| No telling where I might be
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| I can always find one hell of a time
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| While I’m out here looking for me
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| No stone unturned
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| No turn unstoned
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| I’m drawn to the chaos and the wind
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| Can’t help but take a look round the damn
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| And one day I’ll probably settle down
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| But there’s still a lot of lost to be found
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| There ain’t no grass gonna grow up under my feet
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| No telling where I might be
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| I can always find one hell of a time
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| While I’m out here looking for me
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| No stone unturned
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| No turn unstoned
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| No stone unturned
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| No turn unstoned |