| This 'ol wheel keeps on rollin' down the road
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| This 'ol wheel keeps on rollin' down the road
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| Oh gravel and dust fly up off of truck tires
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| Down a dirt road
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| In Nashville, In the summertime, In 1996
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| I was listenin' to my dad and Johnny Cash
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| Doin' chain gang and talkin' trash with Savannah and smokin' cigarettes
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| But it wasn’t that long till I tasted the salt of the sea
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| Cause she was still in love with the guy she left for me so
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| She stood there cryin' as I packed my pack
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| And I knew that I was lyin' when I said that I’d be back
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| This 'ol wheel keeps on rollin' down the road
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| This 'ol wheel keeps on rollin' down the road
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| Now fast forward to about 2000 and 3
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| I’m standin' on the corner of Hollywood and Vine
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| Just a six string and me
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| And that capitol building
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| Lookin' up at that thing
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| Wonderin' when am I gonna get my chance to sing
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| But faced with that kind of predicament it’d be pretty hard to to get choked up
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| When every hero I’ve had and every band I had broke up
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| I’m invited to a party and I just can’t come cause I know that once I’m in I
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| can’t pull out till I’m done
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| This 'ol wheel keeps on rollin' down the road
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| This 'ol wheel keeps on rollin' down the road
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| In my last nine to ten old Ah Pook waltzed in
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| Put his slimy gun to my head and said son this is the end
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| I said you better get back I got an army of good friends
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| Who would follow me to hell and I’ve done the same for them
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| Besides you’re not going to destroy what we’ve worked so hard to defend
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| We protect the things we love just like our families did
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| We picked a long and winding road and we’d do it again
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| We picked a dark horse and we’re gonna ride it till the end
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| This 'ol wheel keeps on rollin' down the road
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| This 'ol wheel keeps on rollin' down the road |