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Well my furrows are filled with corn, |
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I have my woman to keep me warm, |
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But there's one thing that I do fear, |
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That Eastern wind is getting near, |
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There's a shotgun beside my bed, |
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This is my country, where I was born and bred, |
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But I am sure, as the willow will grow, |
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That Eastern wind is going to blow, |
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Blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind, |
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Running away with my life, Eastern wind; |
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There's a woman who reads the stars, |
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She sees Warlords on the planet Mars, |
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And she said, "Boy, you'd better beware, |
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That restless wind is getting near, |
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Blowing a hole in your life, Eastern wind, |
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Running away with your life, Eastern wind..." |
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They are coming, they are coming, |
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they are coming, look out! |
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In my dream, I saw a crowd, |
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They were burning the palace down, |
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I saw a mad old man, and I ran to the door, |
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And then that wind began to roar, |
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And when they come, they'll find me here, |
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I will not run, they will not see my fear, |
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And I will fight to the very end, |
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Before that wind I will never bend, |
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If they're blowing a hole in my life, Eastern wind, |
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Oh running away with my life, Eastern wind, |
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Taking the plough from my hands, Eastern wind, |
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Taking every bit of my land, Eastern wind... |