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Well, everybody's got their own destination
But I, I don't have one at all

Well, everybody favours their particular situation
But I don't favour much at all

So I'm rolling 'long with a fine-looking country girl
Boy, I tell you she's got it all

Don't come around here trying to sell me your messed-up bitchin'
I got my old beat-up ball