I don't hang around town
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I never keep my landing gear down
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I love a good motel and
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the burnin smell of wheels on ground
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I don't go where I go just cause theres money on the road
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It's a ramblin way just to see the day as it was long ago
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[Chorus:]
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I got holes in the soles of my red wing boots
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A long way to go before the day is through
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My back to the wind, scruff on my chin
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My hat pulled down low
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And I got 300 horses beneath my hood
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More stars at night than in Hollywood
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The road lets me be a hawk on the breeze
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It just goes on and on
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Like an outlaw on the run, My guitar for a gun
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If he was only here today
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What would Jesse James say?
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I've seen little cafes
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blown through towns with no names
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I've put gas in my truck
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with the last couple bucks from a jar on the stage
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there a girl that I need
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but she probably gonna leave
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oh but shes not to blame any girl do the same
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with a drifter like me
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Runnin' hard beneath big black sky
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theres no one else in the desert tonight
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I got the fever runnin through my viens
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I wonder if he felt the same
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[Repeat Chorus]
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What would Jesse James Say?
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What Would Jesse James Say
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