| Traveling down on highway 65 and I was cold
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| The wind was howling loud around my shoes
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| I turned my back into the wind
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| And pulled my blue jeans coat up around my head
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| I had a job driving trucks for the city
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| I’ve made her and hit her but I quit it
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| And left the place the same way I came in
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| And went up to North Carolina
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| With good intentions of being a pipeline man
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| To back of fields and rolling hills
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| And the autumn leaves they were rigging
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| But I’ll take my load to the open road
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| 'Cause my traveling bone is here
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| If you see me passing by your window
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| Or should you find my campfire aside the road
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| Remember that I’m only looking for
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| Something that I lost a long, long time ago
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| To back of fields and rolling hills
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| And the autumn leaves they were rigging
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| But I’ll take my load to the open road
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| 'Cause my traveling bone is aching, oh yeah |