| You’ve long been on the open road
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| You’ve been sleepin' in the rain
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| From dirty words and mud of the cells
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| Your clothes are soiled and stained
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| But the dirty words and the muddy cells
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| Will soon be judged insane
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| So only stop and rest yourself
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| And you’ll be off again
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| And take off your thirsty boots
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| And stay for a while
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| Your feet are hot and weary
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| From a dusty mile
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| And maybe I can make you laugh
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| And maybe I can try
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| Just lookin' for the evenin'
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| And the mornin' in your eyes
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| Then tell me of the ones you see
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| As far as you could see
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| Across the plains from field to town
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| A marchin' to be free
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| And of the rusted prison gates
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| That tumble by degree
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| Like laughin' children one by one
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| They look like you and me
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| So take off your thirsty boots
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| And stay for awhile
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| Your feet are hot and weary
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| From a dusty mile
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| And maybe I can make you laugh
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| And maybe I can try
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| Lookin' for the evenin'
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| And the mornin' in your eyes
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| I know you are no stranger
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| Down the crooked rainbow trial
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| From dancing cliff edge, shattered sills
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| Of slander shackled jails
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| But the melodies drift up from below
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| As walls are bein' scaled
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| Yes and all of this and more my friend
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| Your song shall not be failed
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| And take off your thirsty boots
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| And stay for a while
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| Your feet are hot and weary
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| From a dusty mile
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| And maybe I can make you laugh
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| And maybe I can try
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| Just lookin' for the evenin'
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| And the mornin' in your eyes
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| And take off your thirsty boots
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| And stay for a while
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| Your feet are hot and weary
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| From a dusty mile
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| And maybe I can make you laugh
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| And maybe I can try
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| Lookin' for the evenin'
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| And the mornin' in your eyes |