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By Joe Ely, I have stumbled on the plains, staggered in the wind
Stood
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By Joe Ely, Well, I gave all my money to the banker this
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By Joe Ely, The carnival is closed for the winter
The gates are full
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By Joe Ely, Hey operator, cancel the phone call
I hear somebody knockin' at
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By Joe Ely, River's on the rise, crows are in the skies
Look at
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By Joe Ely, They call me the Crazy Lemon
I'm crazy, wild, free for
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By Joe Ely, I'm ridin' through the middle of some godforsaken town
Dark figures
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By Joe Ely, I keep my fingernails long
So they click when I play
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By Joe Ely, Walkin' on the shore
Feelin' mighty bad
These have been the worst
Ol'
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By Joe Ely, Leaving California, she is on my mind
I left her back
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By Joe Ely, You sure look fine tonight, in the beer sign light
Why
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By Joe Ely, Well, I left my home out on the Great High
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By Joe Ely, I opened the blinds in a Texas Motel room
When the
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By Joe Ely, If I have to lose you, to lose you
I'll forever
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By Joe Ely, I'll be your fool, I'll be your lovin' loser
I'll be
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By Joe Ely, Travelin' down this weary road
Travelin' down this weary road
Travelin' down
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By Joe Ely, Oh, weary me
I'm broke as a man can be
My bills
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By Joe Ely, Well Johnny come in last night, man he was an
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By Joe Ely, As I was riding across the Mississippi stopped there and
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By Joe Ely, Love is the beating of hearts
Like distant drums in the
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By Joe Ely, Please understand me everything's all right
I just musta notta gotta
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By Joe Ely, The doors flew back and in they came
A tough bunch
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By Joe Ely, I ain't been sleepin', I ain't been eatin'
I've been on
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By Joe Ely, In the cool of the evening she calls me to
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By Joe Ely, "Damn this sand", sang the rambler
"Damn this hand", sang the
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By Joe Ely, You say you want drama
I'll give you drama
You want muscle
I'll
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By Joe Ely, She collected gun-slingers
First-stringers, dead-ringers
She just needed more
She collected dance hallers
Know-it-all-ers,
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By Joe Ely, Waiting for the train to France
I hung my head in
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By Joe Ely, Baby like the night life
She can't tolerate the quiet life
She
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By Joe Ely, Met her in old Mexico
She was laughing sad and young
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