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The back gets sore,the eyes get red The knees feel like they're broken You get so bored, sometimes you think It's time you took up smoking Your mind has gone a million miles But you've only gone a few The road looks like it did last week The last time you passed through You've chased that stripe, so long it seems There's nothing new to see You've been so many places There's no place new to be You've gone through, more sets of tires Than most folks use in their life You're in your third truck, since you started You're past your second wife You were there when that truckstop waitress got married There in the dining room But you missed your son's, first homerun When was that again, last June? You saw the president's motorcade When it went by in D.C. But you were'nt there, the day your daughter Fell out of that tree The years went by, and you got older Too old to learn a new trade It seems life dealt you a sorry hand But that's the hand that you played And now it seems, that you've lost everything That you ever had, but that truck But it's your's, and it's running, and I guess that's something So maybe you still have some luck |
 
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