| Pulled into Jackson in the morning light
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| Saw the last of Jackson about ten last night
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| Had some chili, and caught a show
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| Deputy sheriff said time to go
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| Out of luck and out on another highway
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| Lord, lord, wouldn’t I love to throw these shoes away
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| They won’t let me stay no place for no time,
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| Lord, Lord, wouldn’t I love to never go away
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| Out of luck, out on another highway
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| Ain’t much to look at, but can’t help that
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| I’m a little short, drink too much and I’m getting fat
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| I’d change it all if I had my way
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| But you’ve got to play 'em the way they lay
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| Out of luck, and out on another highway
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| Wrote a picture postcard to a friend of mine
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| Heading south to winter in the bright sunshine
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| Wasn’t no use to mail it, though
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| 'Cause he’s gone where the chilly winds don’t blow
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| Out of luck, and out on another highway |