So the highway is where I believe I belong
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Losing myself in the soul of a song
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And the fight for the right to be righteously wrong
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It’s a story that’s sad but it’s true
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So I sing my own songs
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And I drink when I’m thirsty
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And I will go on
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Making music, and whiskey,
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and love for as long
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As the spirit inside me
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Says you don’t tell me what to do
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Gone are the reasons for changing my mind
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Gone like the future that I left behind
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If you want to I warn you
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You’re wasting your time
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You don’t tell me what to do
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You don’t tell me what to do
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You Don't Tell Me What To Do
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| Kris Kristofferson |
