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It was six days past the seventh 
I was on the road again 
Putting distance in the rear  
Of the places I had been 
Left that girl in Amarillo 
The one in those nice blue jeans 
Headed for San Francisco 
In that city filled with drag queens 
It’s been three years since I’ve seen home 
Guess I’d better retrace and head on out 
Mama is probably still praying 
You can bet on that no doubt 
After all that time chasing rainbows 
And all that time wasting space 
I’m right back where I started 
Boy I still love this old home place 
Found a different crowd down at Floppy’s 
But still sipping on wicked brew 
Still playing eight-ball 
And eating up that bar-b-que 
The mayor’s not the same 
Seems everything’s changed round here 
Guess I’ll join this different crowd 
And have another cold beer   
I see all those girls I dated 
Done up and got themselves married off 
Bankers, realtors and a mayor’s son  
Except for Sarah who landed one of the cloth 
Things aren’t the same as I left them 
Time stands still for no one 
So I’ll say good bye again to mama 
And get this rig on a western run 
I’m pulling into Waco 
Dog tired with eyes are turning red  
I’m signing off for the evening 
And getting myself ready for bed

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