| We all go on a two-month tour
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| Nearly work ourselves sick
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| Now we don’t know where all the money goes
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| But we sure ain’t gettin' rich
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| I think the bad men in New York and LA
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| Are givin' us the ol' run around
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| You bring fifty thousand home
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| And he’s says you’re over drawn
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| It’ll just about get you down
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| Just about get ya down
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| But we keep on pickin' and we keep on singin'
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| And we try and try to get high so we can keep on grinnin'
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| Oh you wish you had a home and someone of your own
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| To love you when you get back in town
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| But this kinda life don’t cotton to a wife
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| It’ll just about get you down
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| Just about get ya down
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| (Keep on pickin' keep on singin')
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| (Keep on pickin' keep on singin')
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| Yeah you got fortune and fame and a well-known name
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| Aw you’re really flyin' high
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| Whether you’re rock or country or blues or funky
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| We’re all made the same inside
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| Livin' in fear of the later years when nobody’s gonna want you around
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| Yes the brothers of the road all share the same load
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| And it’ll just about get you down
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| If you let it it’ll bring you down
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| You gotta keep on pickin' you gotta keep on singin'
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| And you try and you try to stay high so you can keep on grinnin'
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| You spend a lotta time alone and talkin' on the phone
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| To the latest love that you found
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| Then cry over the girl you really wanted in your world
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| It’ll just about get you down
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| If you let it it’ll bring you down
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| Just keep on pickin' just gotta keep on singin'…
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| Livin' in fear of the later years when nobody’s gonna want you around
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| Yes the brothers of the road all share the same load
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| And it’ll just about get you down
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| Lawd it’s got a lot of us down
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| But I’m gonna keep on pickin'
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| You gotta keep on pickin' you gotta keep on singin'… |