| Hey Willie, let’s pack up and catch us a slow train
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| And go back to Phoenix to a far brighter day
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| Where stars were for shining in the Arizona sky
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| And music meant more than fortune or fame
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| Willie, we wandered from border to border
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| Singing our stories and living our songs
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| Seems the farther we go, all that grows closer
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| Is a mind full of memories we made years ago
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| Hey Willie, let’s pack up and catch us a slow train
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| And go back to Phoenix to a far brighter day
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| Where stars were for shining in the Arizona sky
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| And music meant more than fortune or fame
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| We rolled through the towns like a bus load of gypsies
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| Motels and hotels ain’t no place to stay
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| The favors we’re taking, the money we’re making
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| Won’t pay for the living, we’re giving away
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| Hey Willie, let’s pack up and catch us a slow train
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| And go back to Phoenix to a far brighter day
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| Where stars were for shining in the Arizona sky
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| And music meant more than fortune or fame |