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(Mark Erelli)
Every year about this time I think of leaving
But every year about this time I never go
I'm the only one I am deceiving
This town sinks its teeth in deep and it don't let go
Folks 'round here they've given up on salvation
They'll settle for whatever's second best
High hopes turn into lowered expectations
Me, I'm no different I guess
CHORUS
Sometimes I walk the river road
And wonder just where the river flows
I don't guess I'll find the strength to go
'Cause I'm rooted down in this one-horse town
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