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I swore that this time would be different,
I'd find a place to settle down;
There was no reason to be goin',
I just got tired of this town.
The girl I left behind me said she's comin' with my soul,
She don't want no dust on her shoes;
She's got so much to hang onto,
Me, I got nothin' to lose.
I'm followin' the highway 'stead of that old Red River flow,
Lost on the road again;
And every passin' stranger wants to tell me where to go,
Lost on the road again.
If I could just be sure of the river,
I think I'd follow it instead;
But there's no neon lights or blackout liquor,
How would I straighten out my head?
So I'm followin' the highway 'stead of that old Red River flow,
Lost on the road again;
And every passin' stranger wants to tell me where to go,
Lost on the road again.
I'm followin' the highway 'stead of that old Red River flow,
Lost on the road again;
And every passin' stranger wants to tell me where to go,
Lost on the road again.
Lost on the road again,
Lost on the road again.
