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I've got the western stars to guide meDixie Sweet and low all night lowI can hear those fiddles high above meA woman smiles as I sing my songI've stood in line I've earned my keepAnd I know she'll cry when I'm goneA neon sign calls me to sleepBut I'm wide awake so I roll onTravelin' man, ride as far as I can standMy momma cries for the life I chooseAnd I need a beer, but it's too damn far away from hereAnd I don't have time to sing the bluesI know I drink more than I shouldBut I can't slow down for my destinyLord knows I'd stop if I couldBut the saints of old lift their glass to meTravelin' man, ride as far as I can standMy momma cries for the life I chooseAnd I need a beer, but it's too damn far away from hereAnd I don't have time to sing the bluesTravelin' man, ride as far as I can standMy momma cries for the life I chooseAnd I need a beer, but it's too damn far away from hereAnd I don't have time to sing the blues Aus Songtexte Mania