(Danny Wells/Jill Wood)
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In spite of the name, Independence, Kansas
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Didn't grow many wild roses
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But she was young and restless
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And I loved her though holding her down was hopeless
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I wanted her to say she couldn't live without
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The life I had to offer but all she could talk about
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Was faraway dreams, cities she'd never seen
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How do I find that girl when she could be
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Out there anywhere she just up and left
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She didn't leave a forwarding address
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Or a trail for my lonely heart to follow
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Which one of those four winds should I go chasing
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She could be in a million places I guess
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Up north, down south, back east, out west
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She could be up in the Windy City
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Where the world spins a little bit faster
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Or gettin' a tan down in Miami that might be where I'd catch her
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Maybe back in Virginia, her cousin lives there
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Out in Arizona, she'd fit in anywhere
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It's anyone's guess where she came to rest
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My one chance for happiness is
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Out there anywhere she just up and left
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She didn't leave a forwarding address
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Or a trail for my lonely heart to follow
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Which one of those four winds should I go chasing
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She could be in a million places I guess
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Up north, down south, back east, out west
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I'm sitting here at a four-way intersection
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Praying Lord won't you point me in the right direction
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She could be
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Out there anywhere she just up and left
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She didn't leave a forwarding address
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Or a trail for my lonely heart to follow
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Which one of those four winds should I go chasing
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She could be in a million places I guess
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Up north, down south, back east, out west
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Up north, down south, back east, out west
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Up North
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| Wade Hayes |
