| I’m thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' round
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| Hangin' up my highway shoes
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| Lately when I walk they make a hollow sound
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| And they carry me away from you
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| Every night I lay my body down
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| My empty arms just leave me blue
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| So I’m thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' 'round
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| And find my way back home to you
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| I have always been the travelin' kind
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| A million miles behind me now
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| I kept on followin' that thin white line
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| But now I want to turn around
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| I only lived to hear that highway sound
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| High and lonesome — low and blue
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| Now I’m thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' 'round
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| And find my way back home to you
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| So say goodbye to all my ramblin' pals
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| Ol' Highway Dave and Southside Sue
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| I don’t believe they’ll miss me anyhow
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| What’s one less wayward soul or two
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| Down the road they’ll pass the jug around
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| And they’ll sing them lonesome highway blues
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| But me I’m thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' 'round
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| And find my way back home to you |