| Out on the road 200 days a year
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| Blowin' smoke and grindin' gears
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| My bones are achin' from this northern cold
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| Baby’s cryin' on the telephone
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| Momma says I’ve been gone too long
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| This whiskey I’ve been drinkin' along is sure gettin' old
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| This old highway don’t seem to end
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| Countin' the days 'til I’m home again
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| Bus wheels turnin' from town to town
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| I wish I could set this circus down
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| I’ve had enough, I’m punchin' out
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| 'Cause this whole thing is headed south, headed south
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| One more night at the 8 Days Inn
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| I need to hold my baby again
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| These four damn walls are closin' in on me
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| Unpackin' my bags just to pack 'em again
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| Don’t want you to see the shape I’m in
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| I could sure use some shade from a live oak tree
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| This old highway don’t seem to end
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| Countin' the days until I’m home again
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| Bus wheels turnin' from town to town
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| I wish I could set this circus down
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| I’ve had enough, I’m punchin' out
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| 'Cause this old boy is headed south
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| The Sewanee River, The Mason Dixon
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| Her pretty face are the things I’m missin'
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| I’m headed south, headed south
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| This old highway’s comin' to an end
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| Today’s the day I’m comin' home again
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| Bus wheels comin' right to my town
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| I just set this circus down
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| I’ve had enough, I’m punchin' out
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| I’m comin' home, I’m headed south
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| Headed south, I’m headed south
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| I’m headed, I’m headed south
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| Talk to me, boys
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| I’m blowin' smoke, grindin' gears
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| Man, my bones are achin', I’m headed south
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| Ooh, I’m headed south, I’m headed south
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| Oh, I’m headed south |