| Well, me and my baby had a falling out
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| So I flew the coop and headed south
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| Hit the interstate, I was freedom bound
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| Everything was cool till Baton Rouge
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| Then I had to turn around
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| I’m like a train that’s run out of track
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| I’m like a chain that’s run out of slack
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| Hit a brick wall that just won’t crack
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| Ain’t nowhere to go but back
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| No, there ain’t nowhere to go but back
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| I was going nowhere when I left
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| 'Cause I wound up back on her doorstep
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| She gave me just enough rope to hang myself
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| I was doin' fine till I run out of line
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| And then it changed the way I felt
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| I’m like a train that’s run out of track
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| I’m like a chain that’s run out of slack
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| Hit a brick wall that just won’t crack
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| Ain’t nowhere to go but back
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| No, there ain’t nowhere to go but back
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| I’m like a train that’s run out of track
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| I’m like a chain that’s run out of slack
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| Hit a brick wall that just won’t crack
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| Ain’t nowhere to go but back
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| No, there ain’t nowhere to go but back
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| I’m like a train that’s run out of track
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| I’m like a chain that’s run out of slack
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| Hit a brick wall that just won’t crack
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| Ain’t nowhere to go but back
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| No, there ain’t nowhere to go but back
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| No, there ain’t nowhere to go but back |