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Merle Haggard - The Running Kind Merle Haggard - The Running Kind | Transpozícia: [+1 +2 -1 -2] |
G I was born the running kind, With leaving always on my mind,
Home was never home to me at C any time,
EveryD front door found me hopin', I would find the back door open,
There just had to be an exit for the G running kind,
G Within' me there's a prison, surrounding me alone,
As real as any dungeon with theseC walls of stone,
I know D runnin's not the answer, but runnin's been my nature,
And the part of me that keeps me movin' G on,
G I was born the running kind, with leaving always on my mind,
Home was never home to me at C any time,
EveryDfront door found me hopin', I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit for the G running kind.
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