(Eric Anderson)
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You've long been on the open road. You've been standing in the rain.
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From the dirty words and muddy cells, your clothes are dark and stained,
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But the dirty words and muddy cells will soon be judged insane.
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So only stop to rest yourself and you'll be off again.
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[Chorus:]
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So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile. You're feet are hot and weary, come a dusty mile,
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And maybe I can make you laugh. Maybe I can try. Looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.
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Then tell me of the one's you've seen as far as you can see.
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Across the plains from field to town a-marchin' to be free,
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And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by degree
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Like laughin' children, one by one, they look like you and me.
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[Chorus, harmonica interlude, Chorus]
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Thirsty Boots
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| The Kingston Trio |
