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(Tom Paxton) |
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It's a long and dusty road |
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It's a hot and heavy load |
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And the folks I meet ain't always kind |
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Some are bad and some are good |
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Some have done the best they could |
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Some have tried to ease my trouble in mind |
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Chorus |
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And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound |
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Where I'm bound |
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I can't help but wonder where I'm bound |
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I've been wandering through this land |
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Just doin' the best I can |
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Tryin' to find what I was meant to do |
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And the people that I see |
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Look as worried as can be |
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And it looks like they are wonderin',too |
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Chorus |
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And I had me a buddy back home |
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But he started out to roam |
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And I hear he's out by Frisco Bay |
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And, sometimes, when I've had a few |
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His old voice comes ringin' through |
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And I'm goin' out to see him some old day |
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If you see me passin' by |
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And you sit and wonder why |
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And you wish that you were a rambler,too |
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Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor |
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Lace 'em up and bar the door |
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Thank the stars for the roof that's over you |
