| Well this is a song about a travellin' man who knows just what he wants
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| He thinks he’s got it all figured out and tries not to take too much
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| He’s spent a lot of time tryin' this and that and he knows just what he likes
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| And he ain’t goin' back
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| Well I’ve got spiders in my bed and I’ve got slugs up on the wall
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| There’s a black bee a flyin' round outside of my back door
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| I’m weather worn my shirt is torn I got dirt comin' out my ears From being gone
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| all these years
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| Well one half of my head keeps singing songs of years of old While the other
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| sheds its skin on aggregates of minerals
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| I’m a cask of oak, I’m whiskey soaked, been runnin' down the line
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| Aw pour me another one honey I’m doin' fine
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| I don’t know where I belong but I know just what I like
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| Kicking up dirt while I’m on the run, double whiskey no ice
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| I don’t know where I belong but I know just what I like
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| A pretty lady and sing along songs, it’ll take me through the night
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| Well I got sand in my shoes and I got dirt between my toes
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| There’s a calm before the storm I hear or so the story goes
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| I’m dancing in it now, got a sweaty brow, I can feel it coursing through my
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| veins
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| Aw look out baby I’m comin' through when it rains
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| Well I don’t know where I belong but I know just what I like
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| Kicking up dirt while I’m on the run, double whiskey no ice
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| And I don’t know where I belong but I know just what I like
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| A pretty lady and sing along songs, it’ll take me through the night
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| And I’ve been gone for so very long
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| Baby don’t think twice, you know I’ll be alright
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| I’ve got an absence without leave
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| I’ve got an ace tucked up my sleeve
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| With sticks and stones we’ll take the throne
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| And make some history
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| And I don’t know where I belong but I know just what I like
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| Kicking up dirt while I’m on the run, double whiskey no ice
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| And I don’t know where I belong but I know just what I like
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| A pretty lady and sing along songs, it’ll take me through the night |