I got lost about an hour ago
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I sailed past that fork in the road and now here I stand
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A stranger in a foreign land
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An empty barn and a weather vein
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A picket fence that's seen its day
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Oh I sit to stay cuz I don't got much to do today
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I go down to the local store
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I caught a glance from the local whore that she threw my way
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And I still got nothing to do today
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I carry on down the street
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I'm looking for a place to eat, but my belly's so full
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With all these things I'm hoping for, whores
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And I'm wishing my legs away
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Oh I'm wishing my legs away
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Cuz they're taking me to no where safe
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Oh, they're taking me to know where safe
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An old man in a pickup truck
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Says, "son are you out of luck?"
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And I nod my head
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I say my day is spent and my spirit's dead
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He says, "come on now take a ride.
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You sit yourself in the passenger side and I'll go your way, cuz I don't got much to do today"
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And I'm wishing my legs away
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Oh I'm wishing my legs away
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Cuz they're taking me to no where safe
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Oh, they're taking me to know where safe
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Legs Away
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Mother Mother |