| I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade
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| Like ridin' around on railcars and workin' long days
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| Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways
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| Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways
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| Call it one drink too many
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| Call it pride of a man
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| But it don’t make no difference if you sit or you stand
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| 'Cause they both end in trouble and start with a grin
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| Yeah they both end in trouble and start with a grin
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| We do it over and over and over again
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| We do it over and over and over again
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| I know there’s California, Oklahoma
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| And all of the places I ain’t ever been to but
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| Down in the valley with
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| Whiskey rivers
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| These are the places you will find me hidin'
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| These are the places I will always go
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| These are the places I will always go
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| I am on my way
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| I am on my way
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| I am on my way back to where I started
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| (Continue in background)
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| One more for the stars and the eyes of the walls
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| I saw your face, I heard you callin' out
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| I saw your face in the crowd and you came out
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| Just like the sun and the moon and the stars at night
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| There was a sign on the door and it reads to me
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| Just like the sun and the moon and the stars at night
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh
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| I am on my way
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| I am on my way
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| I am on my way back to where I started
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| California, Oklahoma
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| And all of the places I ain’t ever been to but
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| Down in the valley with
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| Whiskey rivers
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| These are the places you will find me hidin'
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| These are the places I will always go
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| These are the places I will always go
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| So I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade
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| Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways |