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If you can't come along, love, then you must stay behind |
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You're bound to say farewell to me |
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I must bid you goodbye, though I hate to see you cry |
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But I'm bound for the mountains and the sea |
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Fare thee well, bound for the mountains and the sea |
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It's so hard to explain, why I'm leaving once again |
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It ain't nothing that I haven't done before |
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It ain't nothing much, I guess, but the thing I love the best |
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Is rambling this land from shore to shore |
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In this land, rambling this land from shore to shore |
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I have walked, I have thumbed, I've rode buses, I've rode trains |
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I've ridden a time or two in a silver plane |
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When I think of where I've been, I just have to go again |
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Just to see if everything is still the same |
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In this land, see if everything is still the same |
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So fare well, my dear, and I must be on my way |
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There's many a thing I must do and see |
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I'm a mighty restless man in a mighty restless land |
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And I'm bound for the mountains and the sea |
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Fare thee well, bound for the mountains and the sea |
