| I’m goin' down to the Greyhound Station
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| Gonna buy a ticket to ride
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| I’m gonna find that lady with two or three kids
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| And sit down by her side
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| Ride till the sun comes up and down
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| Around about two or three times
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| Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
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| Sing this song for the people I meet
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| And get along with it all
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| Where the people say «y'all»
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| Sing a song with a friend
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| Change the shape that I’m in
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| And get back in the game
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| And start playin' again
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| I’d like to stay, but I might have to go to start over again
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| I might go back down to Texas
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| Or go to somewhere that I’ve never been
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| And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
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| And I won’t have to go home
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| Get used to being alone
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| Change the words to this song
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| And start singin' again
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| I’m tired of runnin' round lookin' for answers
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| To questions that I already know
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| I could build me a castle with memories
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| Just to have somewhere to go
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| Count the days and the nights
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| That it takes to get back in the saddle again
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| Feed the pigeons some clay
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| Turn the night into day
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| And start talkin' again
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| When I know what to say
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| I’m goin' down to the Greyhound Station
|
| Gonna buy a ticket to ride
|
| I’m gonna find that lady with two or three kids
|
| And sit down by her side
|
| Ride till the sun comes up and down
|
| Around about two or three times
|
| Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
|
| Sing my song for the people I meet
|
| And get along with it all
|
| Where the people say «y'all»
|
| Feed the pigeons some clay
|
| Turn the night into day
|
| And start talkin' again
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| When I know what to say |