Mountains rough this time of year
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Close the highway down
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They don't warn the town
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And I've been fighting second gear
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For fifteen miles or so
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Trying to beat the angry snow
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And I know every town worth passing through
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But what good does knowing do
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With no one to show it to
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And I've grown tired of traveling alone
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Tired of traveling alone
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I've grown tired of traveling alone
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Won't you ride with me?
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I've grown tired of traveling alone
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Tired of traveling alone
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I've grown tired of traveling alone
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Won't you ride with me?
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Won't you ride?
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Won't you ride?
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I quit talking to myself
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Listening to the radio
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Long, long time ago
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Damn near strangled by my appetite
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Ybor City on a Friday night
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Couldn't even stand up right
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So high the street girls wouldn't take my pay
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They said come see me on a better day
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She just danced away
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And I've grown tired of traveling alone
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Tired of traveling alone
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I've grown tired of traveling alone
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Won't you ride with me?
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I've grown tired of traveling alone
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Tired of traveling alone
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I've grown tired of traveling alone
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Won't you ride with me?
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Won't you ride?
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Won't you ride?
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Paintin the outside lane I'm tired of answerin to myself
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Hard like the rebuilt part I don't know how much it's got left
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How much it's got left
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I've grown tired of traveling alone
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Tired of traveling alone
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I've grown tired of traveling alone
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Won't you ride with me?
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I've grown tired of traveling alone
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Tired of traveling alone
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I've grown tired of traveling alone
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Won't you ride with me?
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Won't you ride?
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Won't you ride?
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Traveling Alone
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| Jason Isbell |
