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I went away one day,
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Not a word did I say,
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Searchin' for a place in the sun
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A pretty face in a place
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Brought me nothing by disgrace
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I'm a put down son - of - a - gun
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I'm a shot down honcho half the way home
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Standin' here a waitin' for a ride, ride, ride
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I'll take a car or truck a motor scooter or a bus
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I got to get home to your side, side, side
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I got to get home to your side
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How did I know when I go
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That the feelin' would show
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And you really would miss your old man
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I got no pay or a way
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To get to you today
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So hold on as long as you can
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I'm just a shot down honcho half the way home
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Standin' here a waitin' for a ride, ride, ride
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I'll take a car or truck a wheel barrow or a bus
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I got to get home to your side, side, side
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I got to get home to your side
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A burly bear in a chair
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Tells me to cut my hair
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If I expect to get a ride
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Why have no fear I don't hear
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Put it in your ear
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'Cause I ain't got nothin' to hide
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Shot Down Honcho
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Lobo |