| Now and then it keeps you running
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| It never seems to die
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| The trail’s spent with fear
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| Not enough living on the outside
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| Never seem to get far enough
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| Staying in between the lines
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| Hold on to what you can
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| Waiting for the end
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| Not knowing when
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| May the wind take your troubles away
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| May the wind take your troubles away
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| Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel
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| May the wind take your troubles away
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| Trying to make it far enough
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| To the next time zone
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| Few and far between past the midnight hour
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| Never feel alone, you’re really not alone
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| Switching it over to AM
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| Searching for a truer sound
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| Can’t recall the call letters
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| Steel guitar and settle down
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| Catching an all-night station
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| Somewhere in Louisiana
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| It sounds like 1963
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| But for now it sounds like heaven
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| May the wind take your troubles away
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| May the wind take your troubles away
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| Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel
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| May the wind take your troubles away
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| May the wind take your troubles away
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| May the wind take your troubles away |