| One day after twenty-five years
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| Head of service at the local Sears
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| Helen Walker put her pencil down and walked away
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| And all they found was a little note
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| 'Adios' was all she wrote
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| But as she left, someone heard her say
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| «Gonna buy me a ticket to the end of the line
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| Wanna feel the air, breathe the countryside
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| As long as those wheels keep rollin', I’ll be satisfied
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| Gonna ride, ride, ride»
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| Saturday night I was down at Joe’s
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| He was moppin' up gettin' ready to close
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| He sat down and poured me one last brew
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| And he said to me with a sideways glance
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| «If I ever get the chance
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| I’m gonna sell this joint, and this is what I’ll do»
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| «Gonna buy me a ticket to the end of the line
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| Wanna feel the air, breathe the countryside
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| As long as those wheels keep rollin', I’ll be satisfied
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| Gonna ride, ride, ride»
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| I suppose I could stay
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| In this little town 'til my dying day
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| But in my heart I know I’ve gotta go
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| So I’m standin' at the station waitin' for the train
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| Don’t know when I’ll be back again
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| Mr. Engineer, won’t you let your whistle blow
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| Got me a ticket to the end of the line
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| Wanna feel the air, breathe the countryside
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| As long as those wheels keep rollin', I’ll be satisfied
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| Gonna ride, ride, ride
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| As long as those wheels keep rollin', I’ll be satisfied
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| Gonna ride, ride, ride
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| Gonna ride, ride, ride |