I've been working on the road about fifteen years
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Been blowing my mind, I've been blasting my ears
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Don't you know, babe?
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I've been sleeping all day and working all night
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I made a lot of money, but it don't feel right
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Don't you know, babe?
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Well, I've seen the world and it's seen me
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In a strange kind of way I guess I'm free
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Don't you know, babe?
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Well, I've seen it bad and I've seen it good
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But, now, I want to clear my blood
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Don't you know, babe?
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I've got a feeling for home
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Somewhere that I call my own
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Well, I tried to live the way I should
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I've shed some tears and sweated blood
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Don't you know, babe?
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And I think it's time I took a break
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'Cause I have took all I can take
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Don't you know, babe?
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I've got a feeling for home
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Somewhere that I call my own
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Take me home, babe
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WORKING ON THE ROAD
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Ten Years After |