Walk down that lonesome road, all by yourself.
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Don't turn your head, back over your shoulder.
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And only stop to rest yourself, when the silver moon,
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Is shining high, above the trees.
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If I had stopped to listen once or twice.
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If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes.
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If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart.
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I'd not be on this road tonight.
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Carry on (carry on, carry on),
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Never mind feeling sorry for yourself.
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It doesn't save you from your troubled mind.
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Walk down that lonesome road, all by yourself.
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Don't turn your head, back over your shoulder.
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And only stop to rest yourself, when the silver moon,
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Is shining high, above the trees.
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Lonesome Road
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| Dixie Chicks |
