I make no excuses, I just don't want to roam,
And I don't like being alone.
I'll give you loving and a place to take off your shoes,
It does surprising things for a case of the blues,
It ain't no club, you don't have to pay no dues,
You just love me and I'll love you.
And if you take some pride in being alive,
And you're interested in looking inside of yourself,
Just drop on by, baby ask me why,
At least you don't have to be by yourself
Just come knock, most likely I'll be there,
Then you look around and find a comfortable chair,
And then you sit and you might think about why he's there,
I can't tell you why, only where.
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"Hot Dusty Roads" as written by Stephen Stills
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