| Been beat up and kicked around, I picked myself up off the ground
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| I head east to another town, I’m movin' on
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| Barroom fights and breakin' glass
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| A broken nose and a smoker’s laugh
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| I’m sure I’ve probably cut my life in half
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| With a suitcase full of empty dreams
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| A guitar with broken strings
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| A busted heart that longs to sing the blues
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| A mind that always leads me wrong
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| A head full of Hank Williams songs.
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| I’m sorry, honey, but this highway’s home
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| I’ve loved pretty women and some that ain’t
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| I’m a burned-out junkie, truck stop saint
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| So check the tires and fill the tank, I’m movin' on
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| Interstate markers and highways signs
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| 18 wheels and thin white lines
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| Dodge a speed trap one more time, I’m gone
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| With a suitcase full of empty dreams
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| A guitar with broken strings
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| A busted heart that longs to sing the blues
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| A mind that always leads me wrong
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| A head full of Hank Williams songs.
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| I’m sorry, honey, but this highway’s home
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| It’s so hard to leave you here this way
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| With a white dress and a goodbye wave
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| But there’s mouths to feed and bills to pay
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| I’m sorry, honey, I’ve got to go
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| With a suitcase full of empty dreams
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| A guitar with broken strings
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| A busted heart that longs to sing the blues
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| A mind that always leads me wrong
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| A head full of Hank Williams songs.
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| I’m sorry, honey, but this highway’s home
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| I’m sorry, honey, but this highway’s home |