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1.
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Sitting in a
rest stop down
near Grants, New
Mexico |
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This morning I
left Denver, still
got a ways to go |
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I really feel
I'm flying, no
time to stop and
see |
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And the road
goes on forever,
like a strange
reality |
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| chorus |
Oh, the
limitless horizon
is not big enough
to hold |
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All the love I
feel within me or
the peace that's
in my soul |
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It's time to
start my engine,
put more miles on
this machine |
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And the road
goes on forever
like an
unremembered dream
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2.
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Valmora,
Tucumcari,
Trinidad and
Cimarron |
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Names that sound
of mystery,
strange places far
from home |
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No time to learn
their stories,
I've got to roll
right on |
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And the road
goes on forever,
like some unending
dawn |
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| chorus
2 |
(same first two
lines as chorus 1) |
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But the road
ahead just
beckons, unseen
places in a list |
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And the road
goes on forever,
like a shadow in
the mist |
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3.
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There's a pull
from every city, a
new home, a brand
new face |
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There should be
time to stop
there, get to know
the place |
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But the pull
from that old
highway is the
strongest pull of
all |
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And the road
goes on forever,
like a lonesome
child's call |
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| chorus
2 |
(same first two
lines as chorus 1) |
| coda |
And the road
goes on forever |
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And the song
goes on forever |
