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Now
once again it’s time for me
To pack my things and go
It’s not somethin’ I want to do
Just demands of the show
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Thirty
stops in forty days
Some autographs to sign
Singin’ songs for people I won’t
Remember down the line
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I
guess it’s not the best job I
Could’a ever had
And I know my bein’ gone can
Often make you sad
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I
don’t like to be away from you
I'd rather stick to you like glue
But I’ll never be so far away
I can't reach out to you
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I
went and bought me a case of “aaz”
All clear as dew
Six bottles of vodka and
Six tequilas, too
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Drinkin’
while I’m writin’ songs
Searchin’ for a rhyme
Countin’ off those lonesome nights
One at a time
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I
guess it’s not the best job I
Could’a ever had
And I know my bein’ gone can
Often make you sad
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I
don’t like to be away from you
I'd rather stick to you like glue
But I’ll never be so far away
I can't reach out to you
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I
know at times it must feel to you
That I’m too far away
And I’m sure there are times that you
Would rather I stay
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But
you need to know deep in your heart
That to you I’m true
And no matter where I may be
I’m always close to you
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I
guess it’s not the best job I
Could’a ever had
And I know my bein’ gone can
Often make you sad
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I
don’t like to be away from you
I'd rather stick to you like glue
But I’ll never be so far away
I can't reach out to you
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I’ll
never be so far away
I can't reach out to you
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No,
I’ll never be so
far away
I can't reach out to you
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