Don't talk, don¡¯t say nothing
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I've Just Packed my things,
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and I'm headed for something
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where I'm going, well I don't really know,
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The road is calling, so I've got to go
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yes the road is calling so I've got to go
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we bid farewell, as the winds blew like hell,
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said we'd meet again, like some storybook tale,
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but no we don't talk,
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we don't say nothing,
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I've just pack my things and go headed for something
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but where I's headed, well I didn't really say
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the road was calling, and I's on my way
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yes the road was calling and I's on my way
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so don't talk don't say nothing,
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I'll just grab my things,
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and pretend like there¡¯s nothing,
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between us no more, as I walked out the door
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she closed it behind me, and cried on the floor,
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and I couldn¡¯t talk, no I couldn¡¯t say nothing
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I just closed my eyes ,and head blindly t'wards something
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cause where I'm going, well I don't really know,
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the road is calling, so I've got to go,
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yes the road is calling, so I've got to go
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The Road
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Matt Costa |