on the eastern highway we ride
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windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky
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what's left is ivy and vine
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all the letters i'd sent back home
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never express the idea of how a young man
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can be so far from home
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take your guns to town
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don't take your guns to town
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take your guns to town
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don't take your guns to town
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stumble down main street alone
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just gotten home with my hand on the phone
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i was drinking alone on the quilted (?????????)
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take your guns to town
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don't take your guns to town
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take your guns to town
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don't take your guns to town
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Take Your Guns to Town
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| Whiskeytown |
