| Lord, let me tell you about a place where we all used to go
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| Turn down towards Goose Island, keep your eyelids on the road
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| 'Cause there’s boys in the hills and they’re getting lost tonight
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| And the girls in their cars are all gettin' high
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| I use to hang around a rowdy crowd out in the Rogers
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| Siren sounds ain’t nothing boys as long as you can dodger
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| And I had no idea this damn road got so curvy
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| You said brother this roads straight
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| You’re just drunk and it’s gettin' early
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| So won’t you count em' up now, count em' up?
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| All the people that I’ve let down
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| Won’t you round em' up now, round em' up?
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| All the liars in this town
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| 'Cause I’m coming home and I’m toeing the line
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| I just hope those boys I used to know
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| Are all doing fine, doing fine
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| I remember those old trains they made noises like a steam boat
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| And we would throw our rocks at them like some assholes with some high hopes
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| Can’t get back those aimless nights that we all claim is ours
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| I guess we’ll never die up there with all those ever shining stars
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| So won’t you count em' up now, count em' up?
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| All the people that I’ve let down
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| Won’t you round em' up now, round em' up?
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| All the liars in this town
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| 'Cause I’m coming home and I’m toeing the line
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| I just hope those boys I used to know
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| Are all doing fine, doing fine
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| Lord, let me tell you about a place where we all used to go
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| Turn down towards Goose Island
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| Keep your eyelids on the road |