Take to the highway, won't you lend me your name?
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Your way and my way seem to be one and the same.
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Mamma don't understand it, she wants to know where I've been.
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I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool to want to pass that way again,
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But I could feel it on a country road.
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Sail on home to Jesus, won't you good girls and boys.
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I'm all in pieces, you can have your own choice.
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But I can hear a heavenly band full of angels and they're coming to set me free.
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I don't know nothing 'bout the why or when but I can tell that it's bound to be,
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because I could feel it, child, yeah, on a country road.
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I guess my feet know where they want me to go walking on a country road.
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Take to the highway, won't you lend me your name?
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Your way and my way seem to be one and the same.
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Mamma don't understand it, she wants to know where I've been.
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I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool to want to pass that way again,
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But I could feel it on a country road.
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Walk on down, walk on down, walk on down, walk on down, walk on down a country road.
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Na na na na na na na na na na na, country road, yeah, walking on a country road...
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Country Road
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James Taylor |