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"It's nightime again

These city streets are kind to no man

I work this lonely road

My fingers are stiff it's the god damn cold

Each night I hurry to


Living my life down this one guitar scale

I'll say it again

These roads they ain't my friend

Only got one baby

With a heart of rosewood and lead

My old gal

She feels my hell and she rings her bells

Even with rust she knows she must

With strings and with wings she spills my guts

​And when the day is through

I can say I am too

Oh it's just a dream on a chain

Won't you admit it too

The world can be awfully cruel

I guess I just ain't one of those lucky few"

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