She said, "Don't worry, baby", when she left me
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"You were alright on your own before I came along
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And made this happy home"
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"And you can take that damned up guitar
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Pack it up and hit the road
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After all you're probably better off alone"
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So I grab that old guitar and hit the high way
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It doesn't take too long to pack
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When an empty seat holds everything you own
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And I've found comfort knowing
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Within moments notice I could roll
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After all I'm probably better off alone
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The cold wind blows
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Lightning fills the sky and the thunder rolls
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And her memory surrounds me, carves me like a stone
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Like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul
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Well, I was just past Arizona when she called me
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The voice, it seemed to change
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As if it aged out or get wisdom long ago
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She said, "Lately I've been thinking
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Maybe you could come back home"
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Told her, "Maybe I'm just better off alone"
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And the cold wind blows
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Lightning fills the sky and the thunder rolls
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Her memory surrounds me, carves me like a stone
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Like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul
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Just like waves upon the cliffs along the ocean
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Time goes by until the water changes
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Rock to beaches made of sand
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And they still have to take the beating
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Just like mother nature planned
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But I just hope that it's not more than I can stand
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And the cold wind blows
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Lightning fills the sky and the thunder rolls
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Her memory surrounds me, carves me like a stone
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Like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul
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Just like raindrops on my weatherbeaten soul
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Weatherbeaten Soul
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Reckless Kelly |