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CLivin' on the road my friend isG gonna keep you free and clean
FNow you wear your skin like iron, your Cbreath's hard as Gkerosene
FYou weren't your momma's only boy,C but her favorite oFne it seems
CBegan to cry when you sDaid, "good-bFye", sankA into your dreams.
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All the FFederales say, they couCld'a had him any day F
They onCly let him go so lDong, out of kindneFss I suppose. A
etc, etc... u get the picture