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HIGHWAY CHILE
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Yeah . . .
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His guitar slung across his back.
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His dusty boots is his Cadillac.
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Flamin' hair just a-blowin' in the wind.
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Ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin.
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He left home when he was seventeen.
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The rest of the world he went on to see.
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And everybody knows, boss,
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A rolling stone gathers no moss.
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Now you'd probably call him a tramp,
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But it goes a little deeper than that
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He's a Highway Chile.
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Yeah!
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Now some people say
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He had a girl that moaned.
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Who messed around and did him pretty wrong.
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They tell me it gotta hurt him bad.
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Gotta made him feel pretty sad.
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I couldn't say what went through his mind (not sure about the lirics!!!!)
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Anyway, he left the world behind
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And everybody knows the same old story
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In another war you can loose your glory (not sure about the lirics!!!!)
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Now you probably call him a tramp,
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But I know it goes a little deeper than that
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He's a Highway Chile.
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Walk on brother!
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Yeah!
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His old guitar slung across his back
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His dusty boots is his Cadillac.
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Flamin' hair just a-blowin' in the wind.
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Ain't seen a bed in so long it's a sin.
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Now you may call him a tramp,
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But I know it goes a little deeper than that
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He's a Highway Chile.
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Walk on brother!
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Don't let no one stop you!
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Highway Chile!
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Yeah, yeah, yeah . . .
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Highway Chile!
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Rollin' stone!
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Go on down the highway!
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Highway Chile!
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Yeah, yeah . . .
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Highway Chile!
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HIGHWAY CHILE
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| Jimi Hendrix |
