Down The Dirt Road Blues

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[Verse]

D   D  D       D    D       D 
I'm goin' away to a world 
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unknown
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I'm goin' away to world unknown
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I'm worried now, but I won't be 
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worried long
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My rider got somethin', she's 
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tryin' a keep it hid
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My rider got somethin', she's 
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tryin' a keep it hid
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Lord, I got somethin' to find 
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that somethin' with
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I feel like choppin', chips 
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flyin' everywhere
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I feel like choppin', chips flyin'
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 everywhere

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[verse]

D      A7                   A7   
I been to the Nation, Lord, but I
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 couldn't stay there
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Some people say them oversea blues 
ain't bad
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(Why, of course they are)
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Some people say them oversea 
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blues ain't bad
 D
(What was a-matter with 'em?)
D                  A7           
It must not a-been them oversea 
D           D
blues I had
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Every day seem like murder here
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(My God, I'm no sheriff)
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Every day seem like murder here ooh
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I'm gonna leave tomorrow, I know 
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you don't bid my care

[Chorus]
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Can't go down any dirt road by 
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myself
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Can't go down any dirt road by 
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myself

[Otro]

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(My Lord, who ya gonna carry?)
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I don't carry my, gonna carry me 
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someone else