Key: F
Introduction:
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He was standing on the highway, somewhere way out in the sticks
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Guitar across his shoulder like a 30.06
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He was staring in my headlights, when I come around the bend
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Climbed up on my shotgun side and told me with a grin
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I?m goin? to New York City
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I?ve never really been there, just like the way it sounds
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I heard the girls are pretty
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There must be something happening there, it?s just too big a town
He was cold and wet and hungry, but he never did complain