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When the springtime is calling
and the rosebud's in bloom,
I been hearing you calling
all the way from your room!
This must be the red eye
where the rubber meets the road;
if you've got no ticket,
you can't go!
Sometimes the silence is empty;
no use working it out.
You can talk in a whisper,
or you can talk in a shout.
Sometimes there's a gambler
who seems to know your name.
You just nod your head, boy,
and go on your way.
This must be the red eye
where the rubber meets the road;
if you've got no ticket,
you can't go!
(repeat chorus)
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