Here we go ... in the key of D

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I was just a small time country boy when I left that dusty town,
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Route 66 to the Westward when I hopped an old freight down.
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California, here I come!
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By the side door pulling and my sunburnt thumb,
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They called us okees, low down bums,
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The police on us frowned.

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Never tire of the Road!
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Never tire of the rolling wheels,
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Never tire of the ways of the world,
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Way out yonder is calling me.
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And the dark road leads me onward, and the highway is my code,
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And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said,
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"Never tire of the road".