At a time when the world seems to be spinnin' hopelessly out of control,
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There's deceivers an' believers an' old in-betweeners,
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That seem to have no place to go.
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Well, it's the same old song, it's right an' it's wrong,
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An' livin' is just somethin' that I do.
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An' with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes,
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An' I found myself in you.
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I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars.
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An' I've nearly gone up in smoke.
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Now my hand's on the wheel, I've something that's real,
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An' I feel like I'm goin' home.
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An' in the shade of an oak down by the river,
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Sit an old man an' a boy,
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Settin' sail, spinnin' tales an' fishin' for whales,
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With a lady they both enjoy.
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Well, it's the same damn tune, it's the man in the moon.
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It's the way that I feel about you.
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An' with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes,
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An' I found myself in you.
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An' I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars.
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An' I've nearly gone up in smoke.
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Now my hand's on the wheel, I've something that's real,
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An' I feel like I'm goin' home.
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Instrumental break.
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Hands on the Wheel
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| Willie Nelson |
