| I’m goin' away to a world unknown
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| Goin' away to a world unknown
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| I’m weary now
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| Won’t be weary long
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| My rider got somethin', tryin' to keep it hid
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| My rider got somethin', tryin' to keep it hid
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| I feel like choppin' chip
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| Chips flyin' everywhere
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| I been to the nation, Lord, I couldn’t stay
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| Some people say them overseas blues ain’t bad
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| Of course they are
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| Say, «What's matter with him?»
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| It must not o' been them oversea blues I had
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| Every day seem like murder here
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| God, I’m not no sheriff
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| Every day seem like murder
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| And I ain’t no sheriff
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| I’ll be leavin' tomorrow
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| I know you bid my care
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| Can’t go down any dirt road by myself, oh-no
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| Can’t go down any dirt road
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| What are you doin'?
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| By myself
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| But, my Lord, who ya gonna carry?
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| I don’t carry my baby
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| Gonna carry me someone else
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| Goin' away to a world unknown
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| Mm-mm-mm-mm
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| Pretty wild |