| Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket
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| Never let it slip away
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| Always be a man, not a boy gone astray
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| When ya get half cra-zy from the August heat
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| Or on a frozen, rotted road
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| With no one to complain to about your achin' feet
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| You’re gonna walk that endless highway
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| Walk that high-way till you die
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| All you children goin' my way
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| Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye
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| When I see a detour up ahead
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| Well, I leave it far behind
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| Who knows what you’re apt to find there
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| With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin'
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| Well it look like t’me this time I won’t be buyin'
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| You’re gonna walk that endless highway
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| Walk that high-way till you die
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| All you children goin' my way
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| Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye
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| When they get a scapegoat by the throat
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| It’s hard labour and cold beans
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| If ya get away real quick
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| You’ll be eatin from the poison peanut machine
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| Well, I sing by night, wander by day
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| I’m on the road and it looks like I’m here to stay |