Up on Main St, they built a highway
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Changed its name to Johnson Boulevard
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Up on Thursday down on Friday
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People ask me why are things so hard
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Times been hard though
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From Laredo to San Jacinto
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And it?s a long way back home
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There?s an old train in a stock yard
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It?s like a graveyard of things come and gone
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And the wind moves on a gravestone
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Where the leaves gone
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And everybody knows
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Times been hard though
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From Laredo to San Jacinto
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And it?s a long way back home
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Sometimes you?re standing still
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And the wind just beats you down
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Oh and sometimes it?s just so hard
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to keep your two feet right there on the ground
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Mother?s faithful
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She goes to church still
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She prays on Sunday
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And Mondays too
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Fathers somewhere
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On the back field
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Thinking out loud
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That this ain'?t nothing new
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Times been hard though
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From Laredo to San Jacinto
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So why don?t we just go back home
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Why don?t we just go back home
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Johnson Blvd
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| Amos Lee |
