Endless Highway
J. r. robertson
Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket,
Never let it slip away.
Always be a man, not a boy gone astray.
When ya get half cra-zy from the august heat
Or on a frozen, rotted road
With no one to complain to about your achin feet.
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Youre gonna walk that endless highway,
Walk that high-way till you die.
All you children goin my way,
Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye.
When I see a detour up ahead,
Well, I leave it far behind,
Who knows what youre apt to find there.
With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin,
Well it look like tme this time I wont be buyin
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When they get a scapegoat by the throat,
Its hard labour and cold beans.
If ya get away real quick,
Youll be eatin from the poison peanut machine.
Well, I sing by night, wander by day.
Im on the road and it looks like Im here to stay.
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song performed by Bob Dylan
Added by Lucian Velea
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