| Sometimes I don’t know where
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| This stony road is taking me Sometimes I don’t know the reason why
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| So I guess I’ll keep gambling
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| Lots of booze and lots of rambling
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| Well, it’s easier than just waiting around to die
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| Well, one time, friends
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| I had a ma, I even had a pa He beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried
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| She told him to take care of me And headed down to Tennessee
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| Well, it’s easier than just waiting around to die
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| Then I became of age
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| And I found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar
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| She cleaned me out and she hit it on the sly
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| Well, I tried to kill the pain
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| I bought some wine, I hopped a train
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| Well, it was easier than just waiting around to die
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| Then a friend said he knew
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| Where some easy money was
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| We robbed a man and brother, did we fly
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| But the posse caught up with me And drugged me back to Muskogee
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| And now it’s two long years, just waiting around to die |