One Road More

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Well my old shoes are layin' on the 
floor cause I ain't a gonna wear 'em
 no more
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They took me many miles down many 
hard roads but that's what shoes are
 for
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The time has flown and I've 
outgrown every shoe I ever wore
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and I guess my barefeet'll have to 
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carry me one road more

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Lord I ain't got a lick of sense I 
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got a crazy mind
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Cause I don't wanna leave and I 
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don't wanna stay behind
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Well at the end of this one last 
road they say there's always an open
 door
And I guess my barefeet'll have 
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carry me one road more
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Well I never could move my feet too 
fast in a pair of rich man's shoes
and there ain't a shoe alive that 
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can last as long as a poor mans 
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blues
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Well I've toed the line this one 
last time now I got something else 
in store
And I guess my barefeet'll have 
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carry me one road more
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Lord I ain't got a lick of sense I 
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got a crazy mind
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Cause I don't wanna leave and I 
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don't wanna stay behind
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          C.
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Well at the end of this one last 
road they say there's always an open
 door
And I guess my barefeet'll have 
                  D                
carry me one road more
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Well I've walked the city streets in
 the sun and the rain and the wind 
and the snow
                                    
                                    
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And I've walked through the 
mountains and the valleys when there
 was nowhere else to go
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This time I'll just follow the wind 
and It can blow and the rain can 
pour
and my barefeet are gonna have to 
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carry me one road more
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Lord I ain't got a lick of sense I 
            C               G
got a crazy mind
             D                 
Cause I don't wanna leave and I 
                  C                
don't wanna stay behind
         G

                                    
                                    
          C.
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Well at the end of this one last 
road they say there's always an open
 door
And I guess my barefeet'll have 
                  D                
carry me one road more
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Yeah my barefeet are gonna have to 
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carry me one road more
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