Well I’m never goin back, to that country again, If I live for a long, long time, Where my guitar played itself, leanin by the wall, It give me a worried mind Well it’s early, in the mornin, Got my Sunday clothes, I been out, The side of the road, Out where the four winds blow When I lived there I was superstitious, I felt like I was bout to die, Knew every day, like I’d lived it before, The Devil in the corner of my eye Well it’s early, in the mornin, Got my Sunday clothes, I been out,The side of the road, Out where the four winds blow Lord that dirt road long…. empty, The fields, dark at night, Ain’t nothin for a person to do ‘tween dusk, and the break o’ daylight Well it’s early, in the mornin, Got my Sunday clothes, I been out, The side of the road, Out where the four winds blow.
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