| mountain road
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| Take me back to my honey
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| I spent my time made my money
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| Now carting this shit home
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| But i’ll keep your secrets here
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| Some shack in California
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| I’m shutting them out but gotta warn ya
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| Everybody knows
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| Cuz you’ve been out all night
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| Always talking at the wrong time
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| The barroom and the busted lamplight
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| Keep you company
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| And it’s there you speak her name
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| But give in to the lips of strangers
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| Poor boy you’ll never tame her
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| She knows your talk is cheap
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| And by the time that you go get her
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| By the time you that feel better
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| And by the time you realize the new you is a drag
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| She’ll be rolling in new love
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| And you’ll be rolling in the exile rag
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| So Shotgun Annie come
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| Look down your barrel at me
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| Take your time feel free to have me
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| Dying or alive
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| Cuz I couldn’t stand to walk
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| Wild streets of New York freezing
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| Looking for a love that pleasing
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| To walk into my life
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| And by the time that herr door’s closing
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| And you feel like your imposing
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| On that brand new boyfriend she has
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| She’ll be rolling in new love
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| And you’ll be swinging on the exile rag
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| The ghosts here ain’t so bad
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| But I swear she talks just like you
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| Shows her teeth and walks just like you
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| Through the middle of the night
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| Knee high boots and bells
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| She doesn’t turn round for me
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| Holds me close but then ignores me
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| Underneath the light
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| And by the time that her train’s parting
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| The her tragedy is restarting
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| And it’s you or the cash in a bag
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| She’ll be rolling in millions
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| And you’ll be singing on the exile rag
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| She’ll be rolling in new love |