Won't you scratch my itch sweet annie rich
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And welcome me back to town
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Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor
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And I'll show you how it all went down
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Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
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And a good saloon in every single town
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Oh, and I remember something you once told me
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And I'll be damned if it did not come true
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Twenty thousand roads i went down, down, down
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And they all lead me straight back home to you
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`Cause I headed west to grow up with the country
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Across those prairies with the waves of grain
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And I saw my devil,
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And I saw my deep blue sea
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And I thought about a calico bonnet from
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Cheyenne to Tennessee
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We flew straight across that river bridge,
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Last night a half past two
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The switchman wave his lantern goodbye
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And so long as we went rolling through
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Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel
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And now I know just what I have to do
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And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
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He wants to take my money for something
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That I've never been shown
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And I saw my devil,
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And I saw my deep blue sea
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And I thought about a calico bonnet from
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Cheyenne to Tennessee
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The news I could bring I met up with the king
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On his head an amphetamine crown
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He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
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And lighted out for some desert town
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Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
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And a good saloon in every single town
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Oh, but I remembered something you once told me
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And I'll be damned if it did not come true
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
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And they all lead me straight back home to you
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Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
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And they all lead me straight back home to you
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Return Of The Grievous Angel
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Kasey Chambers |