| Well I might have a big ol' catfish cookin' on the stove
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| I might be sittin' out in front porch swing
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| But when I hear that diesel whine it’s time to pack my ol' guitar
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| Sayin' goodbye river I’ll see you in my dreams
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| I’m motorin' up to Detroit City
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| Then I’m headed south to try to burn Atlanta down
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| Singin' the songs that I wrote on a flat bottomed boat
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| Livin' on the Tennessee River in the heart of Alabam'
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| Roll Tennessee River
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| (Keep On) Rollin' through my soul
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| Roll Tennessee River
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| (Won't You) Go with me wherever I go
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| Well I might be anywhere from Maine to California
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| Sittin' in some hotel room so cold
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| Watchin' the world go by in a rush
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| From the window of a bus
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| Thinkin' about my baby in Muscle Shoals
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| I’m gonna be up rockin' all night in New York City
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| Then I’m goin' down to play the blues in Lousiann'
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| North and south, it’s all the same
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| Faces with no name
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| Givin' me smiles to take back home to Alabam'
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| I can hear that river bank callin'
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| I can feel that current runnin' strong
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| In every song
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| In every song |