| The house lights blaze the spotlights dim and the encore fades away
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| We’ve got five hundred miles to go and another show to play
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| But there’s a few old diehard fans still hanging out back stage
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| They’re the ones who have been faithful from the start
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| So we renew our old aquaintances and discuss the life and times
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| Of Tommy, Toy and Ronnie and the ones we’ve left behind
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| And all the minstrel warriors who got old before their time
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| But they’ll always have ap lace here in our hearts
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| And its time to pick up memories and remember our old freinds
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| Do you think we’ll ever see the likes of Stevie Ray again
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| Sail away it’s time for moving on This music is my mission and this highway is my home
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| While you sleep we’ve got promises to keep
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| And miles to go before teh morning light
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| We’re the tall dark ships that pass you in the night
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| We thank you for your kind words and for coming to the show
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| It’s so good to see you all again but we’ve relly got to go The weather’s getting stormy and they say it’s gonna snow
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| And Omaha’s a far piece down the line
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| We’ll it’s sure been fun but the time has come to get on out of here
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| The driver’s getting nervous and the road crew’s out of beer
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| And if the good Lord’s willing we’re gonna see you all next year
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| And we’ll drop you all a card at Christmas time
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| But the boys are getting restless and the hours getting late
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| The time goes by so easy but that highway won’t wait
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| REPEAT CHORUS |