Let the night air cool you off.
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Tilt your head back and try to cough.
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Don't say nothing 'bout the things you never saw.
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Let the night air cool you off.
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I ain't living like I should.
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A little rest might do me good.
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Got to sinking in the place where I once stood.
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Now I ain't living like I should.
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Can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold.
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Maybe I can only hear it in my head.
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Fifteen years ago we owned that road
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Now it's rolling over us instead.
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Richard Manuel is dead.
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God forbid you call their bluff.
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Like the nightmares ain't enough.
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Remember when we used to think that we were tough?
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God forbid you call their bluff.
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First they make you out to be
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The only pirate on the sea.
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Then they say Danko would have sounded just like me.
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"Is that the man you want to be?"
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Can you hear that song? It sounds like gold.
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Maybe I could make it bigger overseas.
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Fifteen years ago we owned this road
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Now it only gives us somewhere else to leave.
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Something else you can't believe.
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Can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold.
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Maybe I can hear poor Richard from the grave
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Singin' where to reap and when to sow
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When you've found another home you have to leave.
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Something else you can't believe.
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Danko / Manuel
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| Drive-By Truckers |
