Started out in Birmingham,
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With Jim Beam in a Pepsi can,
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Just to help me cut the pain.
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Spent the night in Mobile,
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Sleepin' on the steerin' wheel.
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Woke up with the sun callin' your name.
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And I got miles of heartache yet to go.
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Never knew forgettin' you would go so slow.
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The memory of you and me's a long and windin' road.
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And I got miles of heartache yet to go.
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Headed down to New Orleans,
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Fell into a Cajun dream,
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Damned if I recall her name.
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Burned it up on Bourbon Street,
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Woke up standin' on my feet.
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Headed out that morning in the rain.
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And I got miles of heartache yet to go.
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I never knew forgettin' you would go so slow.
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The memory of you and me's a long and windin' road.
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And I got miles of heartache yet to go.
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Drifted down to Mexico,
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And figured I'd just lay low.
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Saturday night they threw me into jail.
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Blew my last twenty-five,
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In some old Tiajuana dive.
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Ain't got no dinero for my bail.
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And I got......
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Instrumental Break.
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Tomorrow they will set me free,
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But free is what I'll never be,
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Long as memories remain.
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New Orleans or Mexico,
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It don't matter where I go.
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Your love is like a ball and chain.
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And I got miles of heartache yet to go.
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I never knew forgettin' you would go so slow.
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The memory of you and me's a long and windin' road.
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And I've got miles of heartache yet to go.
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Yes, I've got miles of heartache yet to go
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Miles of Heartache
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| Jamie O'Hara |
