| Well, these Highway Forty blues,
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| I’ve walked holes in both my shoes.
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| Counted the days since I’ve been gone,
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| And I’d love to see the lights of home.
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| Wasted time and money too;
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| Squandered youth in search of truth.
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| But in the end I had to lose,
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| Lord above, I’ve paid my dues.
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| Got the Highway Forty blues.
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| The highway called when I was young,
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| Told me lies of things to come.
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| Fame and fortune lies ahead!
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| That’s what the billboard lights had said.
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| Shattered dreams, my mind is numb,
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| My money’s gone, stick out my thumb.
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| My eyes are filled with bitter tears,
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| Lord, I ain’t been home in years.
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| Got the Highway Forty blues.
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| Instrumental Break.
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| You know, I’ve rambled all around,
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| Like a rolling stone, from town to town.
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| Met pretty girls I have to say,
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| But none of them could make me stay.
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| Well, I’ve played the music halls and bars,
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| Had fancy clothes and big fine cars:
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| Things a country boy can’t use,
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| Dixieland I sure miss you.
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| Got the Highway Forty blues. |