| Always going from town to town
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| But trying to believe I might settle down, soon
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| Making it to where the opportunities abound
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| Racing chasing eyes embracing
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| Cast down highway moon
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| You know I take to the road when I find that
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| The load on my mind has me blind to the times
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| I can have on a highway going my way
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah and get led through
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| A bed full of life’s Troubled Roses on my way
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| A bed full of life’s Troubled Roses on my way
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| Living in cities where the lights never dim
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| And trees raised in concrete grow slim and die
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| People walking, talking, faces glum and grim
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| Packing my thoughts, I give into a whim
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| And I get on the move, get in a new groove
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| And run with the sun
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| To some place near a highway where I can live my way
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| I’m driven to livin' and learnin' life’s lesson
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| But possess an obsession for messin' around
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| If I get in a rut and start sayin' «So what,»
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| And instead of cuttin', I just start puttin' things down
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| I better take to the street before I get weak in the head
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| And get led through a bed full of life’s Troubled Roses on my way |