I'm thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' round
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Hangin' up my highway shoes
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Lately when I walk they make a hollow sound
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And they carry me away from you
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Every night I lay my body down
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My empty arms just leave me blue
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So I'm thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' 'round
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And find my way back home to you
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I have always been the travelin' kind
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A million miles behind me now
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I kept on followin' that thin white line
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But now I want to turn around
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I only lived to hear that highway sound
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High and lonesome - low and blue
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Now I'm thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' 'round
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And find my way back home to you
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So say goodbye to all my ramblin' pals
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Ol' Highway Dave and Southside Sue
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I don't believe they'll miss me anyhow
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What's one less wayward soul or two
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Down the road they'll pass the jug around
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And they'll sing them lonesome highway blues
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But me I'm thinkin' 'bout givin' up this ramblin' 'round
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And find my way back home to you
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Steve's Last Ramble
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| Steve Earle |
