| Well, I’m back on that road again
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| Nothin' slows me down
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| I ain’t seen a single smile
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| Since I left your town
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| All these people just keep lookin' 'round
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| Can’t look him in the eye
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| LA’s like the movies
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| And I’m still wonderin' why
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| I’m holdin' on
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| Lay my head down on the rail
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| Sing my way back home
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| Road signs are hazy and
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| The miles start to unwind
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| But I ain’t never lookin' back
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| 'Cause there’s nothin' left behind
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| My fingertips are bleedin'
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| They’re right down to the bone
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| Can’t believe I’m out again
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| On the high lonesome road
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| I’m holdin' on
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| Lay my head down on the rail
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| Sing my way back home
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| The headlights are blindin' and
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| The diesels are on fire
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| Haulin' ass down a mountain pass
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| To the California state line
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| If you could see my bleedin' feet
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| You might hang your head and cry
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| But don’t you shed a tear, my dear
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| For I’m comin' home tonight
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| I’m holdin' on
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| Lay my head down on the rail
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| Sing my way back home
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| Lay my head down on the rail
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| Sing my way back home |