| Headed down life’s crooked road
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| Lots of things there that I never knowed
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| Because of me not knowin' I now pine
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| Trouble got right on my trail
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| I spent the next five years in jail
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Detour, there’s a muddy road ahead
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| Detour, paid no mind to what it said
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| Detour, all these bitter things I find
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Well when I got to the place
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| Where that sign told be about my face
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| Well, I figured all of my worries were behind
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| But the farther I go
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| I find more chug holes there in the road
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| I should have read that detour sign
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| Detour, there’s a muddy road ahead
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| Detour, paid no mind to what it said
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| Detour, all these bitter things I find
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Well, I got stuck down in the mud
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| All my hopes fell there with a thud
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| I felt like my heartstrings were made of twine
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| I had no power to get
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| From that hole I was in yet
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| I should have read that detour sign
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| Detour, there’s a muddy road ahead
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| Detour, paid no mind to what it said
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| Detour, all these bitter things I find
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| Should have read that detour sign
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| Should have read that detour sign |