| If I had wings I would fly
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| Over the river and into the night
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| And if I had wheels I would roll
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| Ten years of dreams tethered to my soul
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| Well, it’s 59 miles to Memphis
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| Ain’t really that far to go
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| With a little money in your pocket
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| It’ll get you right down that road
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| But all I got are these voices
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| Telling me this is your life
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| Tobacco fields, textile mills or
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| Be some roughneck’s wife
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| If I had wings I would fly
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| Over the river and into the night
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| And if I had wheels I would roll
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| Ten years of dreams tethered to my soul
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| And if I had wings
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| So I get up every morning
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| And fix his coffee strong
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| Then he stumbles into the kitchen
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| Acting like nothing’s wrong
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| And that hurts worse than the bruises
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| But what cuts deeper still
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| Dark and jagged in my soul
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| An emptiness that kills
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| If I had wings I would fly
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| Over the river and into the night
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| And if I had wheels I would roll
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| Ten years of dreams tethered to my soul
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| And if I had wings
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| Well, I guess they must heard it
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| All the way to Arkansas
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| Momma said call the preacher
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| I just called the Lord
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| 'Cause this ain’t no place for angels
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| No time for talk of sin
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| We all knew sooner or later
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| It was gonna be me or him
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| If I had wings I would fly
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| Over the river and into the night
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| And if I had wheels I would roll
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| Ten years of dreams tethered to my soul
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| But if I had wings |