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Back in the days of the 48 stars when a man’s best friend was a horse and not a car
My best friend he took a trip, was playing for his money on a cruising ship
Sailed across the ocean in a big old liner, away down to Rio and across to China
Kissed his wife as he tipped the waiter, waved goodbye and said “I’ll see you later”
Wish I was leaving to take that flight, still we drank all day and we danced all night
Listen to that old sweet sound, we danced till we dropped and we drank till we drowned
Now I’m not scared of fire or water, still I held my breath till they had landed
I lost my heart to a city daughter, I lost all of my money and it left me stranded
You can’t cheat on Exiles Road, leaning out of this dead horse town
Molly and me don’t shift no load, it’s going down, it’s going down
Somebody told me to stand in line, they give me a number and they say that’s mine
Just about all I own these days, and a desperate man just fights that way
Now I’m not one for senseless grieving, dry your eyes and stop you’re crying
Pack my bags and I’ll be leaving, you gotta sell the saddle when the horse is dying
You can’t cheat on Exiles Road, leaning out of this dead horse town
Molly and me don’t shift no load, it’s going down, it’s going down
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