| I ain’t from Texas, but I made my way from Dallas
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| And I know the lonesome sound is following
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| And I ain’t a gambler, but I can recognize a hand
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| And when to hold, when queens are staring back at me
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| Once I was a carpenter, and man my hands were calloused
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| I could swing a metal mallet sure and straight
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| But I took to the highway, a poet young and hungry
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| And I left the timbers where they lay
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| Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me
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| And when I lose my direction I’ll look up to the sky
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| And when the black cloak drags upon the ground
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| I’ll be ready to surrender, and remember
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| Well we’re all in this together
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| If I live the life I’m given, I wont be scared to die
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| And I don’t come from Detroit, but her diesel motors pull me
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| And I followed till I finally lost my way
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| And now I spend my days in search of a woman I called purpose
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| And if I ever pass back through her town I’ll stay
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| Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me
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| And when I lose my direction I’ll look up to the sky
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| And when the black dress drags upon the ground
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| I’ll be ready to surrender, and remember
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| Well we’re all in this together
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| If I live the life I’m given, I won’t be scared to die
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| And my life is but a coin, it’s pulled from an empty pocket
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| Dropped into a slot with dreams of sevens close behind
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| And these hopes and these fears go with it, and moon and the sun go spinning
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| Like the numbers and fruits before our eyes
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| Sometimes I hit, sometimes it robs me blind
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| Sometimes I hit, sometimes it robs me blind
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| Forever I will move like the world that turns beneath me
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| And when I lose my direction I’ll look up to the sky
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| And when the black cloak drags upon the ground
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| I’ll be ready to surrender, and remember
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| Well we’re all in this together
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| If I live the life I’m given, I won’t be scared to die |