| This old highway seems so lonesome
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| When you’re going where you’ve been
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| And a lonesome song can make you cry
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| Time and time again
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| By listenin' to a friend of mine
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| Ten years ago today
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| I’d have a better job than what I’ve got today
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| But the billboards on the highway
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| And the brake lights on the cars
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| Make me jump out on the highway
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| With my bag and my guitar
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| If she comes or if she goes
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| It doesn’t matter anymore
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| I’m ridin' my thumb to Mexico
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| Ridin' my thumb to Mexico
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| It don’t matter when or how I go
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| I’ll ride this thumb 'til I see her again
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| Oh I’m ridin' my thumb to Mexico
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| Well, the reason why she left me
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| Is not the reason that I’m here
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| I’m a travelin' kind of man
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| Just need a change of atmosphere
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| If there’s any place I haven’t been
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| At all that’s where I’ll go
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| I’m ridin' my thumb to Mexico
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| Ridin' my thumb to Mexico
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| It don’t matter when or how I go
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| I’ll ride this thumb 'til I see her again
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| Oh I’m ridin' my thumb to Mexico
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| Oh I’m ridin' my thumb to Mexico
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| It don’t matter when or how I go
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| I’ll ride this thumb 'til I see her again
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| Oh I’m ridin' my thumb to Mexico
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| I’ll ride this thumb 'til I see her again
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| I’m ridin' my thumb to Mexico |