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I've been smoking and I ain't coming downNo, my feet won't touch the ground and I can't help itI seen hopeless, I rather be lost and never foundAin't no tellin' where I'm heading now and I accept itMama smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile homeOn the road again, papa lives like a rollin' stoneI just plant my seed, sit back and watch 'em growTake all my problems, I roll 'em up and smokeI like the whiskey, tequila when it's coldI can feel it in my soul when I tie one offMy doctor tells me if I wanna grow great and oldI'ma have to let these vices go but I don't knowMama smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile homeOn the road again, papa lives like a rollin' stoneI just plant my seed, sit back and watch 'em growTake all my problems, I roll 'em up and smokeThere's a single wide trailer, mama sittin' at the tableWatching basic cable with the cigarette litAll the hell that we been raisingAnd the trails that we been blazingTo be this lucky that don't make no senseMama smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile homeOn the road again, papa lives like a rollin' stoneI just plant my seed, sit back and watch 'em growTake all my problems, I roll 'em up and smoke
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