| I’m gonna let it slide, I’m gonna let it flow
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| I’m not gonna worry anymore
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| I’m gon' kick this rock on down the road
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| I’m not gonna carry no heavy load
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| I was brought up on the Bible
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| Fear of God and the devil too
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| By whiskey drinkers, heavy smokers
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| «Do as I say, child, not as I do»
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| We were gypsies born from gambling
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| «Pack your bag or pay the rent»
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| So we blew 'round, around that whole town
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| Like feathers in the wind
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| And we’ll let it slide, gonna let it flow
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| I’m not gonna worry anymore
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| I’m gon' kick this rock on down the road
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| I’m not gonna carry no heavy load
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| There was trouble, there was heartbreak
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| Things a child could not control
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| When the feeling as it first wake
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| Wasn’t aching in your soul
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| I have parted the curtains
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| Let the sun come streaming
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| Shift the rain from my hair
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| I have carried a burden
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| And no one can see it
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| And it’s time to leave it there
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| Every evening I go riding
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| In my yellow pick-up truck
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| For the freedom and the night will
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| Turn my sorrow into luck
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| I’m gonna let it slide, I’m gonna let it flow
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| I’m not gonna worry anymore
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| I’m gon' kick this rock on down the road
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| I’m not gonna carry no heavy load |