Living On The Road

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Living on the road my friend,                                              

Is gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron,
Your breath as hard as kerosene.

You weren't your mama's only boy,
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye,
And sank into your dreams.

Now, he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to.
He only did what he had to do,
And now he's growing old