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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
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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
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I went down 13 Highway, drivin' a brand new V8 Ford. I went down 13 Highway, drivin' a brand new V8 Ford. Oh you know I was drivin' so fast, baby I couldn't hardly see the road. Oh I was drivin
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cold, cold highway that the wind whistles down. Where the corners turn blind like the graveyard ground. Oh, your black icy snare once cut down my friend. In the deepest dark winter when the world
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I'm paying all my dues. You got me singing the blues. And I'm paying all my dues, yeah Oh baby, oh baby you got me singing. Singing in the morning, singing in the new day. You got me singing, yeah
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, extinguishing. All that you've ever known. Turn your touch screens off and start harvesting. In the seeds that your parents sew It's got me singing blues that hit you like a cannonball. Loud enough to break
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Ne mami callin’ callin’ nal bureumyeon i’ll be there. Nan imi runnin’ runnin’ neoegero. Mwol gidarigo isseo. Jeo haneure sorichyeo. We’ll take the highway to heaven. Eonje eodiseona neol neukkyeo
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. And from a jail came the wail. Of a down-hearted frail. And they played that. As part of the blues. From a whippoorwill. Way up on a hill. They took a new note. Pushed it through a horn. Until it was
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, New York. . I want to wake up in that city. That doesn't sleep. And find I'm king of the hill. Top of the heap. . My little town blues. They are melting away. I gonna make a brand new start of
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left to lose anymore. If there's a door, I'll go through. And walk right into my lonesome blues I'm writing my stories on my worst mornings. I'm pulling my heart strings to help me find myself
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smell the garbage, feel the fear. I hear they're gonna build a skyscraper there-ere. As if we didn't need the extra air-air. New York City blue-ues. In order to wi-in you've got to lo-o-ose. Old
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Where's that old Mr. Blues?. I guess he found a new home. Pushing more trouble right down to the bone. I'm wondering why he's left me alone Where's that old Mr. Blues?. I guess he's stepping on
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, this is where the blues begins A young man on the street, trying hard to make his way. Out there in this mean old world, it gets harder everyday. He tried to fight a good fight, he was trying a new
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you're crying. You can't forget her, soon you even stop trying. You'll walk the floor and wear out those new shoes. When you feel your heart break, you're learnin' the blues. . When you're at home
