Sunset in my mirror, pedal on the floor
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Bound for New York City and I won't be back no more
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Won't be back no more, boys won't see me around
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Goodbye guitar town
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Ghosts out on the highway, voices on the wind
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Tellin' me that we may never pass this way again
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Voices on the highway angels beckonin'
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Like a long lost friend
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Fare thee well I'm bound to roam
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This ain't never been my home
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Stranger in my mirror, lines around my eyes
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String around my finger but I don't remember why
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Don't remember why, boys don't remember how
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Goodbye guitar town
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Fare thee well I'm bound to roam
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This ain't never been my home
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Blue dog on my floorboard, redhead by my side
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Cross the mighty Hudson river to the New York City side
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Redhead by my side, boys sweetest thing I've found
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Goodbye guitar town
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Tennessee Blues
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| Steve Earle |
