If I had a dime for every time I heard my old man say
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one of these days
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I wouldn't be like my old man today
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talking bout places that he'd been
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back in his younger days that he was gonna go back to again
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one of these days
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Dropped out of school when he was just sixteen
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fell right in to a tire plant
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building the very things that make the asphalt sing
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and put Alabama far behind you
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I remember him saying that Chicago was a hell right here on earth
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and twenty five years later I was saying the same thing about Memphis
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It's no wonder everybodies scared of downtown Birmingham
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it's just a little too close to home
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But there's more crooks down here and the cops don't care,
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while old white men wearing ties can do anything they want.
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Once a country boy's seen the way the steam rises
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off a man's insides on the sidewalk
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Tends to change the way he thinks, the way he sees everything
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and he goes back to where he came from
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One of these days when my face looks like a roadmap gonna find my way back home.
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And i'll go walking on the west side after dark and leave my gun locked in my car.
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One of these days you'll take one look at me and run. One of these days you'll take
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one look at me and run.
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One Of These Days
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| Drive-By Truckers |
