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Kim Simmonds-Chrysalis Music Ltd. Standing by the highway. Looking for a ride. Standing by the highway. Looking for a ride Sad out on the streets you know. The only friend the blues by my side
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Well, these Highway 40 blues. I've walked holes in both my shoes. Counted the days since I've been gone. And I'd love to see the lights of home Wasted time and money too. Squandered youth in
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Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door. Highway 51 runs right by my baby's door. If I don't get the gal I'm loving. Won't go down Highway 51 no more. . Well, I know that highway like I know my
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noose swings high up on the gallows in the wind. I've got those ghost town blues My Pontiac spits back feelings of contempt. Out the exhaust. A hundred miles an hour down a highway. Well I'm beat up
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S. Colvin - L. Klein. . Here we go again. Another round of blues. Several miles ago. I set down my angel shoes. On a lost highway. For a better view. Now in my mind's eye. All roads lead
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Bài hát Key To The Highway - Derek & The Dominos . I got the key to the highway. Billed out and bound to go. I'm gonna leave here running. Walking is most too slow. I'm going back to the border
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There are 8 million stories in the naked city 8 million stories, 8 million stories. 8 million stories, 8 million stories There are 8 million stories in the naked city. Some ice cold and told
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to wake up in a city that never sleeps. And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap These little town blues are melting away. I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York. If I can make it
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Lord, that 61 Highway is the longest road I know. Lord, that 61 Highway may be the longest road I know. She run from New York City, down the Gulf of Mexico Lord, it's some poor sand down, Greyhound
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sober, it was Sunday. He was full of good home cooking. As he crashed the savior's door Plastic flowers on the highway. Greasy spot on the asphalt for a while. Every morning, new babies being born
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have no stories). Yeah, yeah. (Happy people have no stories). Yeah, yeah. (Happy people have no stories). Yeah, yeah. (Happy people have no stories) I get by on what I have. Less than Jesus, more
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Music blues traveler (instrumental)
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want to wake up, in a city that doesn't sleep. And find I'm king of the hill. Top of the heap These little town blues. Are melting away. I'll make a brand new start of it. In old New York. If I can