Mountains rough this time of year, close the highway down They don't warn the town And I've been fighting second gear for fifteen miles or so Trying to beat the angry snow
And I know every town worth passing through But what good does knowing do with no one to show it to
(Chorus) And I've grown tired of traveling alone, tired of traveling alone I've grown tired of traveling alone, won't you ride with me? I've grown tired of traveling alone, tired of traveling alone I've grown tired of traveling alone, won't you ride with me? Won't you ride, won't you ride?
I quit talking to myself Listening to the radio, long, long time ago Damn near strangled by my appetite Ybor City on a Friday night couldn't even stand up right
So high the street girls wouldn't take my pay They said come see me on a better day, she just danced away
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Painting the outside lane I'm tired of answering to myself Hard like the rebuilt part I don't know how much it's got left How much it's got left
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