Southwestern Pilgrimage

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[Verse 1]
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  I’m tired of drinking your muddy water, and sleepin’ in your hollow love.
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  I’m gonna take up with a stranger, get myself a fast-movin' dog.
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  Goodby you empty closets, my true love of seven years.
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  I’m on a Southwestern pilgrimage, to be a frontier   sonneteer.

[Verse 2]
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  Goodbye you auctioneers, you guillotine racketeers.
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  I’m looking for a holy man, out here on the old frontier.
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  I’m gonna take along a lady who ain’t never seen a mountain before.
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  I’m on a Southwestern pilgrimage, where the middle class can't hunt me down no more.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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  I should have been a gypsy all along, and I know that now.
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  But I got slowed up, I let a city woman drag me down.
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  And the contracts and the circus acts, they made it so I couldn't relax any more,
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  but my stomach never hurt me much when I was sleepin’ on the floor.

[Verse 4]
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  That old buzzard’s flying all around that same old Texas sky,
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  and I take that as a sign, it's time to either lay me down or fly.
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  And so, it's out of my house, into my old truckin’ clothes.
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  I’m on a Southwestern pilgrimage. Where the wheel stops, nobody knows!