Intro: G
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I was young and I was stupid I had just turned seventeen
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I took my hits on a dumb road trip to Nashville Tennessee
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I packed my antihistamines and tuppaware drums
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A harmonica and a box guitar
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In a canvas covered wagon stuffed with apples and with guns
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We quietly slipped across the border into Arkansas
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But still we couldn't find what it was we were looking for
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So we trucked on down to try our luck along the Rio Grande
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But I couldn't help but notice how
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The little things that used to make us happy make us sad
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But I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
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I never would have got here if I followed my heart
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I didn't think much of it until i took it apart
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I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
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We never ever made it down to Nashville in the end
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And noone ever signed our stupid country disco band
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However hard we tried it never seemed enough
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We never did get famous
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Still it made us kinda happy and it get me off the drugs
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And now I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
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I never would have got here if I followed my heart
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I didn't think much of it until i took it apart
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I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
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To your star
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To your star
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To your star
[Instrumental: A A (F#m) A A (F#m) D E D E D E D E]
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I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
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I never would have got here if I followed my heart
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I didn't think much of it til i took it apart
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I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
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I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
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I'm happy if you're happy but it breaks our hearts
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I didn't even notice until it fell apart
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I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
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To your star
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To your star
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To your star
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I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star
I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your