You've been standin' on the corner for a thousand nights
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Ifs the slowest corner known to man
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Watchin' strange faces passin' 'neath the lights
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With a bottle wavin' in your hand
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You got just enough money for some nothin' to go
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It ain't exactly what you planned
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So lonesome that you can't even say hello
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And no one seems to understand
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Chorus
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So you're a mixed up kid, come on and join the crowd
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The ones that only fit where they're not allowed
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Out on the streets and you're feelin' blue
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travelin' light
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With a hole in your soul where the wind blows through
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A hole in your soul where the wind blows through
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You wandered away from your childhood home
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Nobody cared to trace
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the tracks you laid
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You traveled by night
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and you traveled alone
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Came to rest at a penny arcade
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Well, the last shots over
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on a Saturday night You wake up in the beam
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of a cop's flashlight
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He asks you who you are as if you
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knew or you cared
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He asks you where you live
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and you say nowhere
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Chorus
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I don't know where I got it
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but, I got it the same
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It's a feelin' that'll rip you apart
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It follows me around
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like a part of my name
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Like I'm born with a time bomb
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instead of a heart
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Chorus
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Travelin' Light
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Robert Earl Keen |