| I walked forty miles of mountain road
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| With a worn out wheel and a load down low
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| I broke down and I’d be there still
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| But I had enough speed to make it over the hill
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| Well I crossed the ridge over the top
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| Seen a two log bridge with no time to stop
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| I can’t turn close, I can’t turn wide
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| So I left my body on the other side
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| I walked forty miles of Georgia clay
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| And I seen Diablo along the way
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| Digging a grave with a pick and a shovel
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| I said, «I got no sympathy for you, devil»
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| I drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
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| I made a banjo from a old ham can
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| I’m going straight to hell when I leave this world
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| I’d rather be a possum than an old broke girl
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| I walked forty miles of mountain road
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| Soothe my temper, soothe my soul
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| Forty miles of mountain road
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| To get you in the middle and let you go home
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| I walked forty miles to the old crossroads
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| Tried to buy back my soul
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| Bet it all on just one roll
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| Seen a pair of snake eyes looking cold
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| When you lose, it’s only fair
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| The lord don’t hear no gambler’s prayer
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| Go tell it on the mountain now have you heard
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| Hell broke loose devil’s outta work I walked forty miles of mountain road
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| Soothe my temper, soothe my soul
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| Forty miles of mountain road
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| To get you in the middle and let you go home
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| I walked through the cactus to find a rose
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| For my baby, sweet and cold
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| Six foot down and on his way
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| To meet St. Peter at the gates
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| I walked forty miles of mountain road
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| Soothe my temper, soothe my soul
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| Forty miles of mountain road
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| To get you in the middle and let you go home |