| There’s a rugged road on the prairie
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| Stretchin' all across the last frontier
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| There a stranger strives solitary
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| Blessed is the lonesome pioneer
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| Roll on, roll on, roll on
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| Night birds are flyin'
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| Come on, the light is gone
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| Hope’s slowly dyin'
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| Tell me how you come ridin' through
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| Still surveyin' the miles yet to run
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| On the long and lonely road to kingdom come
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| He can blaze a trail, though the rumblin'
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| Dims his guiding light to just a spark
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| When the hour is low, he comes tumblin'
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| When the moon is high he gives his heart
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| Roll on, roll on, roll on
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| Night birds are flyin'
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| Come on, the light is gone
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| Hope’s slowly dyin'
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| Tell me how you come ridin' through
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| Gainin' steady till this round is won
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| On the long and lonely road to kingdom come
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| People far below chasin' pleasures
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| Offer him directions on the run
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| Prophets on the path offer treasures
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| Though he’s mighty hungry he takes none
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| Roll on, roll on, roll on
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| Night birds are flyin'
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| Come on, the light is gone
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| Hope’s slowly dyin'
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| Tell me how you come ridin' through
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| Blindly faithful but followin' none
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| On the long and lonely road to kingdom come
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| When the sun goes down at the right time
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| He comes a-windin' through the purple haze
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| Just a feather’s touch in the nighttime
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| But it’ll color all my weary days
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| Shinin' finer than this earthly sun
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| On the ragged rugged road to kingdom come
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| On the ragged rugged road to kingdom come |