| This morning, if it all was gone
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| Funny thing, it wouldn’t phase me none
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| Might feel like I just got home
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| See, I always had a taste for traveling alone
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| I only get this one time round
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| Better speak up straight, better speak up proud
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| Good Lord, if he’s not at home
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| Well, I always had a taste for traveling alone
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| Oh If I had a son
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| I would make him laugh, I would teach him something
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| I’d say, Son, you gotta hold your own
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| And it’s good to have a taste for traveling alone
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| Oh, if I had a love
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| I would say, «Man, got to keep up!»
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| Got to lay down, baby, feed my soul
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| 'cause you know I got a taste for traveling alone
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| Oh, if I had a song
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| I would sing it now, wouldn’t take too long
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| I’d sing, «Goodness is a real bare bone
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| And it’s what you do when you’re traveling alone.»
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| Down south, baby, in the heat
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| I was raised up right, I was raised so sweet
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| Sweetness ain’t gonna get you home
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| You’re bound to get a taste of traveling alone
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| I know that the world is mean
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| I know it don’t care, I been around, I seen it
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| It’s like a pretty girl who don’t even know
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| I guess everybody here is traveling alone
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| Cigarettes and a pick up truck
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| I’m gonna leave this town now, I got to press my luck
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| Ocean gonna break so slow
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| You know, I always had a taste for traveling alone |