| Pile in the church pew rows
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| Gran made the best yeast rolls
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| Gospel stories told
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| 'Bout the one way to save your soul
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| Drag out the old guitar
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| Gas up that old Ford car
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| We’re gonna hit the dusty road
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| Four wheels can barely load
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| It’s been a long
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| It’s been a long, long, long, long, long, long, lonely road
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| Pops earned his bread in dust
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| But his hard-working hands fed us
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| Sun up till sun sank down
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| His body worked to the ground
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| Folks thought we had it made
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| 'Cause we always kept a face
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| Meanwhile there’s bills to pay
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| And the stack growing every day
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| It’s been a long
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| It’s been a long, long
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| Been a long, long, long, long, lonely road
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| My, my, my it’s been a long
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| Been a long, long
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| Been a long, long, long, long, lonely road
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| Soon as I turned 18
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| I packed up the grass is green
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| New York or Tennessee
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| Where I am is where I’ll be
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| God tell me 'bout your plans
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| And I’ll find a place to land
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| Surely there’d be a way
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| To move towards a brighter day
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| It’s been a long
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| It’s been a long, long
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| Been a long, long, long, long, lonely road
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| My, my, my, it’s been a long
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| Been a long, long
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| Been a long, long, long, long, lonely road
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| My, my, my, it’s been a long
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| Been a long, long
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| Long, long lonely road
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| One person’s path unpaved
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| Went towards the path that saved
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| These are the songs you sing
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| In the search for the grass that’s green
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| It’s been a long
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| Been a long, long, long, lonely road |