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I think I'll go back down to New Orleans
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Try to bury my travelin' bone
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Unpredictable me, like I swore I would be
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Nothing's ever written in stone
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There's a knock on her door, is she here anymore
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I guess me and the neighbors will see
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If the one thing that I couldn't do without her
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She couldn't do without me
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Could I leave her behind, go on losin' my mind
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While the good times continue to roll
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With this time on my hands, I can change all my plans
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And it really wouldn't bother a soul
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I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns
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Do all that and more on my own
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But a man can't survive on happiness alone
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Take a good look around, this is New Orleans
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A free wheeler's got to feel right at home
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But it's a hell of a leap, whether shallow or deep
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That old river's gonna keep movin' on
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Like that muddy Mississippi, she keeps pullin' me under
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When you're in it, nothin' ever seems clear
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I could stand on the bank just toss in my line
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But there's way too many fish around here
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Could I leave 'em behind for the one on the line
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Are the good times still gonna roll
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And with this time on my hands, I can change all my plans
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And it really wouldn't bother a soul
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I can make all the rounds, paint all the towns
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Do all that and more on my own
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But a man can't survive on happiness alone
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Happiness Alone
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| Clint Black |
