| I seen the old highway and what it’s done to the young and kind
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| I’ve seen that highway and what it’s done to the young and kind
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| It’s made 'em old and mean way before their time
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| It’s like a prisoner seeing a wild bird in the air
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| It’s like a prisoner seeing a wild bird in the air
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| It’s like an old preacher hearing a new widow’s prayer
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| I seen the old highway and what it’s done to the young and kind
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| I’ve seen that highway and what it’s done to the young and kind
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| It’s made 'em old and mean way before their time
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| It gives a lonesome sound, like a ghost a-rattling chains
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| It gives a lonesome sound, like a ghost a-rattling chains
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| It gives a sorrowful sigh, like a little church in the rain
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| I’ve seen a mother’s tears heal a heart somehow
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| I’ve seen a mother’s tears heal a heart somehow
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| You’re on that highway, your mama can’t help you now
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| I seen the old highway and what it’s done to the young and kind
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| I’ve seen that highway and what it’s done to the young and kind
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| It’s made 'em old and mean way before their time
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| It’s made 'em old and mean way before their time |