| Do you really think you know
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| Exactly where I stand
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| Or did I just let you down
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| When you found out I was just a poor man
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| I might of took a few wrong turns
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| Down a few wrong roads
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| Wound up in a few wrong towns
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| Where nobody cares or goes
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| It ain’t that I can’t see
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| Or find my way home
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| It’s just that I like to breathe
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| Out on country roads
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| I’ve never been much on down town
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| Or cared for a place to stay
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| I know I’ll never wear a crown
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| I’ll never be a king of slaves
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| Wash my hands in the rain
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| I’ve spent my time with the whiskey
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| I’ll never give up on change
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| Or give a damn if you will ever miss me
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| It ain’t that I can’t see
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| Or find my way home
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| It’s just that I like to breathe
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| Out on country roads
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| I know I’ll never stick around
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| I’ll never lose track of time
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| Or worry about a little old town
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| Or what I might of left behind
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| I’ll just let the sun shine down
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| I’ll just let them big wheels roll
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| Keep on running around
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| Big old country roads
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| It ain’t that I can’t see
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| Or find my way home
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| It’s just that I like to breathe
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| Out on country roads |