Well i know sometimes you find it hard
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To understand just what we do out here
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Well that bus rolls up at home
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And i just disappear
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And i sure don't like to leave you
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Couldn't stand for you to think that i don't care
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So i wrote this job description
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Just to tell you what i do when i'm not there
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I sleep eighty miles an hour
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To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
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Dreamin' 'bout my little girls
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The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
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Then we shut her down in another town
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Shower up and do just what we came to do
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Sing for the people
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Count the money and the miles back home to you
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Well each night i take the stage
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With a six-piece band and a guitar in my hand
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Singin' songs about my life
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All the good times and the bad
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Then we say goodbye and we load it up
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And head somewhere i've already been
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Then i lay down in that double bed alone
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And i thank the lord again
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I sleep eighty miles an hour
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To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
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Dreamin' 'bout my little girls
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The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
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Then we shut her down in another town
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Shower up and do just what we came to do
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Sing for the people
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Count the money and the miles back home to you
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Well i just sing for the people
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Count the money and the miles back home to you
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Job Description
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Alan Jackson |