| Some mornings when I wake up, I get so depressed
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| Feels like a two-ton anvil sitting on my chest
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| I keep telling myself I’m doing my best
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| But most times that isn’t enough
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| In the past seven years, I’ve lived in fifteen places
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| Held ten different jobs in four different states
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| I’ve been praying hard to keep my faith
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| And playing in a bluegrass band
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| Some mornings when I wake up, I feel so clueless
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| I’ll be here in California; |
| you’ll be in St. Louis
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| Most people ask, «Why would you do this?»
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| Maybe it’s because I’m in love
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| Yeah, I’m in love but got a case of the blues
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| I’ll be cursing one day, then singing hallelu
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| Whatever keeps me doing all the things I do
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| I don’t know, but baby, I’m in love with you
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| I don’t know, but baby, I’m in love with you
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| Wherever I may roam
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| It doesn’t feel too much like home
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| I don’t know where I will go
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| But I know I’m not alone
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| I just want to take you on a long hiatus
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| Watch the fireflies and hear the cicadas
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| Run through a field and pick tomatoes
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| Fall asleep with your head on my chest
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| Oh, that sure beats that heavy anvil
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| We can take a train all the way to Danville
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| I’ll treat you in a way that no other man will
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| And do all the things I say
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| Wherever I may roam
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| It doesn’t feel too much like home
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| I don’t know where I will go
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| But I know I’m not alone
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| All my dreams and all my hoping
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| All my thoughts about eloping
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| Keep those doors and windows open
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| 'Til we can find a place to stay
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| I may go from place to place
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| But the best one is flat on my face
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| We once were lost and still need grace
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| And that’s good enough for me
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| Wherever I may roam
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| It doesn’t feel too much like home
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| I don’t know where I will go
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| But I know I’m not alone
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| Wherever I may roam
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| It doesn’t feel too much like home
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| I don’t know where I will go
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| But I know I’m not alone |