| We’ve been through hell and high water
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| Ready to go through it all again
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| As long as we’ve got a quarter between us all
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| We’re gonna have money to spend, oh
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| Kicked down the doors in New Orleans
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| We got busted at Grove Hill where nobody goes
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| And Long Bob drove us to the Badlands
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| You can bet your ass we’re gonna make it
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| down to tomorrow night’s show
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| We took time by the horns
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| Cryin' out loud
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| Stood there naked up there in front of the crowd
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| Been a million miles
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| On a lost highway
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| They might name a street after us one of these days
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| Oh, we’ve seen the good times, we’ve seen the bad
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| Worse time we ever seen, is the best some folks ever had
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| And the Stone mowed us down, with a cold-hearted quill
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| But we ain’t changed our ways, and I guess we never will
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| We took time by the horns
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| Cryin' out loud
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| Stood there naked up there in front of the crowd
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| Been a million miles
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| On a lost highway
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| They might name a street after us one of these days. |