| It’s been sixteen weeks since I’ve been back home
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| I make a lot of money I don’t know where it goes
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| All I know is the guitar and the bottle
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| My daddy was a loaded gun
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| He said, «It ain’t no fun living on the run, son»
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| But everywhere I go trouble seems to follow
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| So I ride
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| And I pick my songs at night at the next big show
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| My friends they come and they go
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| And love moves a little too slow
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| When you’re riding with an electric rodeo
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| I can’t complain, you know I do alright
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| Singing my songs in a different town every night
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| Looking for a woman to keep me warm tonight
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| From California to the dirt of New York
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| From Dallas, Texas to the streets of Baltimore
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| Wishing I was home with a little girl of my own
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| And I ride
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| I pick my songs at night at the next big show
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| My friends they come and they go
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| And love moves a little too slow
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| When you’re riding with an electric rodeo
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| Oh, this time will be the last time
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| Oh, this time will be the last time
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| So I ride
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| Yeah, I pick my songs at night at the next big show
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| My friends they come and they go
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| And love moves a little too slow
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| When you’re riding with an electric rodeo
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| And you ain’t got no place, you can’t rest your bones |