| O I wish I was in heaven, sittin down
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| I wish the road we were taking
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| Wasn’t made for breaking down
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| I wish those nights of pleasure
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| And those days of pain
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| Weren’t so tightly bound
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| And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down
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| They done kept me out here on this road so long
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| Ah, my babe back home she finally said, «So long!»
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| I try to call her on some old foreign telephone
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| But she is not around
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| And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down
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| O I wish I was in heaven, sittin down
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| I wish the road we were taking
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| Wasn’t made for breaking down
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| I wish those nights of pleasure
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| And those days of pain
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| Weren’t so tightly bound
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| And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down
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| I have been out here so long baby my back and my shoulders are tired
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| And my mind, though sound, has found itself so wired
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| But the wheels on this old thing
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| They keep turning around and around
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| And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down
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| O I wish I was in heaven, sittin down
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| I wish the road we were taking
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| Wasn’t made for breaking down
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| I wish these nights of pleasure
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| And those days of pain
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| Weren’t so tightly bound
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| And I wish I was in heaven, sittin down
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| O I wish I was in heaven, sittin down |