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There's a dirty piece of cardboard 
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that reads Montgomery Ward 
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taped across the window of my old Ford. 
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A six-pack on the front seat and a box of chicken wings, 
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I'm dialin' 'cross the radio for a song that I can sing 
 
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I'd better change my wandrin ways, 
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I know I've seen my better days, 
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always gettin' high when I get low. 
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Well, I left my soul out in the rain, 
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Lord, what a price I've had to pay. 
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The storms of life are washin' me away.