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She's playing Cripple Creek sitting by a fire We'll sleep under the trees, count those stars away Hard times come and go lord know I've been trying These days seem to lean on the better side of things I'm goin' nowhere, so fast I can't complain I'll be getting somewhere but I might be a little late He was a desperado fighting with the man Long time behind the walls made him what he his That road that he did take don't mean a damn thing We're all headed for the ending of a dream I'm goin' nowhere, so fast I can't complain I'll be getting somewhere but I might be a little late Yeah the way we run and we waste it Gone like a flash in a thunderstorm Throw that life away I'll be headed towards just to make it One of these day I'm gonna grow up tall Yeah you're gonna know my name I'm goin' nowhere, so fast I can't complain I'll be getting somewhere but I might be a little late I'm goin' nowhere, so fast I can't complain I'll be getting somewhere but I might be a little late I might be a little late
Writer(s): George Oliver Rowe Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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