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What a strange way to go Slippin’ and slidin’ at everybody’s door Like a friend that I used to know All the good old boys keep a hangin’ around But the women all leave too soon So I’m givin’ up the fight ‘cause it’s Dimmin’ my light like a cloud rolling cross the moon
On the road in Kansas City What a strange site to see Ziggin’ and zaggin’ at everybody’s door Like a friend that I used to be Well I went down to the payroll department Just to see what I got due When they burn you for a million you don’t really feel it When they get you for a dollar you do
On the road in Kansas City What a strange way to lose Sippin’ and slidin’ and ziggin’ and zaggin’ Knocked the soles right off my shoes Well I wailed on down the wide Missouri And made it to the other shore But I’m leaving tonight if I make the flight Got a crowd callin’ out for more
On the road, On the road, On the road
All the good old boys keep a hangin’ around But the women all leave too soon So I’m givin’ up the fight ‘cause it’s Dimmin’ my light like a cloud rolling cross the moon
On the road, On the road, On the road
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