| You’ve been riding like a refugee
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| You’ve been riding cross the land
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| And the county knows your recipe
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| And they wanna try your hand oh man
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| Oh no, oh no
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| And on and on and on
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| You’ve been running like a refugee
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| You’ve been falling in the sand
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| All your fans have made an effigy
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| Of an albatross in hand, oh man
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| You know they know
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| And I waited out the day
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| With a horse they made from clay
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| All the those years we’ve counted
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| I belong to ride your rails
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| Put them on
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| You were riding like a refugee
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| With the bounty in your hands
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| I set the county as a robbery
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| All across the land, oh man
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| And no one more
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| They’re looking for an effigy
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| And their playing in the sand, oh man
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| I know they know
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| And I waited out the day
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| With a horse I made from clay
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| All those years they’ve gone and I belong to no one
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| Ooooo ooooo
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| And the others beg to see your gray bars |