These roads stretch a thousand miles in every way I look for the day As we ride over the hill Well I am blind The Golden State has been home But I place my stake To roam and to rake But good souls we mend Would teach me in what course to take Good friends remain Even through the pain Of a long road ahead At 48 we seem so well For three short years we worked like hell I've been here before lyin' on your floor It was good to me Good friends remain Even through the pain Of a long road ahead The roads stretch a thousand miles in every way I look for the day As we ride over the hill Well I am blind Good friends remain Even through the pain Of a long road ahead Good friends remain Even through the strain Of a long road ahead
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