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I'm just a traveler passing through |
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I wont haunt or bother you |
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Though you could put an end to my story. |
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You could call me ol' |
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Jack.You might have seen me caped in black. |
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As I roam the streets of the village. |
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And in her long flowing hair. |
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You might find my story there. |
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Though it was not my own hand that killed her. |
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I went down to the moonlight trail. |
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Road out on the rail |
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And began my long life of journey, |
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And the ripple that rose on the water |
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And the high rolling wave out at sea. |
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And the Shadow that flies on the valley |
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In the middle is where you'll find me. |
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In a bath tube for a boat, my passage |
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I did float |
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On the banks of the dock of he city |
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Cuz in the fire of the devils den, life the gray coated men |
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That lost all my hopes and my two brothers. |
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So I wondered in the west settled down. |
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Did my best. |
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But my hear was unsteady and restless. |
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To the room on |
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Houston street. |
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Where the pawn poets would meet |
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And we poured out the wine of the ages. |
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And the ripple that rose on the water |
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And the hard hearted moon of the sea |
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And the shadow that falls on the valley |
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In the middle is where you find me. |
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Ten little flavors |
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Ten little stones |
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Sleep little babies. |
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You'll never know, where you ever know. |
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Years ago my lid was sealed |
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Through me down in the |
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Potters field |
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We're the souls of the long and forgotten. |
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Though my name is dead and gone |
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I remain a carryin on and |
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I roam with an old band of brothers. |
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If you strum that ancient stream, you may call my spirit in |
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Or if you blow on the horn of the whistle. |
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By an old pile of nails. |
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I might stop and listen there |
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Where the wren pulls her nest from the thistle. |
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And the ripple that rose on the water |
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And the high rolling wave out at sea |
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And the Shadow that falls on the valley |
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I'm the middle is where you'll find me. |
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High above the |
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Cullin wharf . |
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Stands the ol' mound of stone. |
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In the mist and the stone and the mountain |
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If you scramble up the street |
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Wont you stay a while for me |
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Watch the while rolling winds was the island. |
