Where are the Saints in Bethlehem
Did they move to east Sango
There's still a few sinners down Fredonia way
Who just refuse to go
Where is the road less taken
To find one's pretty hard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
Where are the Saints in Bethlehem
On Friday going home
When your gaslight is on empty
And your last nerve is exposed
Where is the road less taken
To find one's pretty hard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
Where are the Saints in Bethlehem
Is there a star to see
It's almost like a tour through hell
On your way out of Tennessee
Where is the road less taken
To find one's pretty hard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
There are no Saints in Bethlehem
Just seven lanes of misery
I'll say a prayer when you're over there
You get where you want to be
Where is the road less taken
To find one's pretty hard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
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Where are the Saints in Bethlehem
Did they move to east Sango
There's still a few sinners down Fredonia way
Who just refuse to go
Where is the road less taken
To find one's pretty hard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
Where are the Saints in Bethlehem
On Friday going home
When your gaslight is on empty
And your last nerve is exposed
Where is the road less taken
To find one's pretty hard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
Where are the Saints in Bethlehem
Is there a star to see
It's almost like a tour through hell
On your way out of Tennessee
Where is the road less taken
To find one's pretty hard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
There are no Saints in Bethlehem
Just seven lanes of misery
I'll say a prayer when you're over there
You get where you want to be
Where is the road less taken
To find one's pretty hard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
Did they move to east Sango
There's still a few sinners down Fredonia way
Who just refuse to go
Where is the road less taken
To find one's pretty hard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
Where are the Saints in Bethlehem
On Friday going home
When your gaslight is on empty
And your last nerve is exposed
Where is the road less taken
To find one's pretty hard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
Where are the Saints in Bethlehem
Is there a star to see
It's almost like a tour through hell
On your way out of Tennessee
Where is the road less taken
To find one's pretty hard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
There are no Saints in Bethlehem
Just seven lanes of misery
I'll say a prayer when you're over there
You get where you want to be
Where is the road less taken
To find one's pretty hard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
Oh life's a pain in the middle lane
On Wilma's Boulevard
Writer: Gary Baker
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