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Well I'm never goin back, to that country again,
If I live for a long, long time,
Where my guitar played itself, leanin by the wall,
It give me a worried mind
Well it's early, in the mornin,
Got my Sunday clothes,
I been out,
The side of the road,
Out where the four winds blow
When I lived there I was superstitious,
I felt like I was bout to die,
Knew every day, like I'd lived it before,
The Devil in the corner of my eye
Well it's early, in the mornin,
Got my Sunday clothes,
I been out,The side of the road,
Out where the four winds blow
Lord that dirt road long.... empty,
The fields, dark at night,
Ain't nothin for a person to do
'tween dusk, and the break o' daylight
Well it's early, in the mornin,
Got my Sunday clothes,
I been out,
The side of the road,
Out where the four winds blow.