Well I've been to New York and I've been out to L.A.
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I floated down the Brazos City Hurricane
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Lost myself somewhere along the way
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And I found myself sittin' in this cheap cafe
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I was talkin' with the waitress, with the crooked smile and painted on face
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She said "A-hey mister can you get me, out of this place?"
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Now I'm on a Greyhound bus, rollin' hard and fast
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Lookin' at the world through the bottom of my glass
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Said it's a good thing I got this photographic mind
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'Cause I'm just your Ramblin' kind
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Sometimes I hear, a little voice inside my head
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He says "Call in sick to work, sit on your couch instead
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Grow yourself a beard, start actin' a little weird
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Well there was a judge in Johnson County, said that I did not appear
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Before his court, said I was stuck in Ft. Worth
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Just sippin' on a long one, sittin on my back porch
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I'm on a Greyhound bus, rollin' hard and fast
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Lookin' at the world through the bottom of my glass
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Said it's a good thing I got this photographic mind
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'Cause I'm just your Ramblin' kind
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Most of these days, I just get high and watch the tube
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Hang out at my friends' place swim in their pool
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I drink all o' their beer, I smoke all of their weed
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I don't ever steal I just, take what I need
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I'm on a Greyhound bus, rollin' hard and fast
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Lookin' at the world through the bottom of my glass
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Said it's a good thing I got this photographic mind
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'Cause I'm just your Ramblin' kind
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I said I'm just your Ramblin' kind
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Ramblin' Kind
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| Casey Donahew Band |
