Some people just can't walk the line.
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Like the wind they are restless all the time.
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Searchin' for that elusive peace of mind:
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Some people just can't walk the line.
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He's out on the highway with his thumb in the wind,
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A pint of Old Crow on his hip.
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Unfiltered Camels rolled up in his sleeve,
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Last night's fight on his lip.
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Some people just can't walk the line.
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Like the wind they are restless all the time.
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Searchin' for that elusive peace of mind:
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Some people just can't walk the line.
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Honky-tonks and bus stops and cheap old motel rooms,
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Painted the lonesome in his eyes.
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Tonight he'll be sleepin' wherever he lands,
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When the Old Crow drops him from the sky.
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Some people just can't walk the line.
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Like the wind they are restless all the time.
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Searchin' for that elusive peace of mind:
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Some people just can't walk the line.
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Tomorrow at daybreak he'll be up and gone,
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Over the Mexican line.
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A girl named Juanita is waiting for him,
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To show him one helluva time.
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Some people just can't walk the line.
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Like the wind they are restless all the time.
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Searchin' for that elusive peace of mind:
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Some people just can't walk the line.
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Some People (Just Can't Walk The Line)
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| Jamie O'Hara |
