| Waiting by the side of the road
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| For day to break so we could go
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| Down into Los Angeles
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| With dirty hands and worn out knees
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| Ooh, I keep crawlin' back to you
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| Ooh, I keep crawlin' back to you
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| The ranger came with burning eyes
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| The chambermaid awoke surprised
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| Thought she’d seen the last of him
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| She shook her head, let him in
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| Hey baby, there’s somethin' in your eyes
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| Tryin' to say to me
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| That I’m gonna be alright if I believe in you
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| It’s all I want to do
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| It was me and my sidekick
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| He was drunk and I was sick
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| We were caught up in a barroom fight
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| 'Til an Indian shot out the lights
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| We escaped to Birmingham
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| In a U-Haul Truck and a five-piece van
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| Stayed behind the trojan horse
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| Until things got bad, then got worse
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| Hey baby, there’s somethin' in your eyes
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| Tryin' to say to me
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| That I’m gonna be alright if I believe in you
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| It’s all I want to do
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| (Guitar Solo)
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| I’m so tired of being tired
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| Sure as night will follow day
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| Most things I worry about
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| Never happen anyway
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| She held him as if he was a child
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| Trembling, her eyes were wild
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| We’ll fight this thing, we’ll fight to win
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| Should it raise its head, we’ll fight again
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| I keep crawlin' back to you |