| Working out my time, on that ol' County Road
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| So much on my mind, that it’s ready to explode
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| I never got a chance to explain the things I did
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| I know I never will, they’ll just work me till I’m dead
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| I got twenty-seven years till I can go
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| And as long as I am here, my Lord
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| The only thing I know is that County Road
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| The sun don’t seem to shine on that ol' County Road
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| They will beat you till you’re blind as you stagger with the load
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| The bosses lay their weights on your back until it bleeds
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| They will laugh and tell you how you’re gonna pay for all your deeds
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| I got twenty-seven years till I can go
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| And as long as I am here, my Lord
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| The only thing I know is that County Road
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| Running out of time on that ol' County Road
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| The hole’s too deep to climb on that ol' County Road
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| And no one gives a damn if you live or if you die
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| And no one understands and I doubt they’ll ever cry
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| I got twenty-seven years till I can go
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| And as long as I am here, my Lord
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| The only place I know is that County Road
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| Well, I’m walking down that line, that County Road
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| There the sun don’t seem to shine, that County Road
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| Oh, I’m walking down that line on that County Road
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| The sun don’t seem to shine on that County Road |