Written by Gram Parsons
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Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
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And welcome me back to town
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Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor
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And I'll tell you how it all went down
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Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
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And a good saloon in every single town
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And I remember something that you once told me
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And I'll be damned if it did not come true
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
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And they all lead me straight back home to you
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Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
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Across those prairies with those waves of grain
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And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea
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And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee
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We flew straight across that river bridge,
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Last night half past two
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The switchman waved his lantern goodbye and good day as we
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Went rolling through
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Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel
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And I know just what I have to do
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And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
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He wants to take my money for something that
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I've never been shown
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And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue see
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And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee
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The news I could bring I met up with the king
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On his head an amphetamine crown
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He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
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And headed out for some desert town
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Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
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And a good saloon in every single town
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And I remember something that you once told me
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And I'll be damned if it did not come true
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
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And they all lead me straight back home to you
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
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And they all lead me straight back home to you
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Return Of The Grievous Angel
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Lucy Kaplansky |