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I was born for roaming |
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And guess I always will |
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I wonder if it's greener |
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On the far side of that hill |
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Hey Dan, look down yonder |
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There's earth and green and sky |
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I bet we could get on down there |
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In the battin' of an eye |
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And further west there's ocean |
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A miner told me so, |
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And the sun it shines so brightly |
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It scares off winter snow |
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But Dan, sometimes I'm tired |
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Sometimes I'm lonesome too |
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Sometimes I see a farmer |
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Walking slow when day is through |
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And I know he's got a woman |
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waiting supper everyday |
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And I curse this wanderin' fever |
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That stole my love away |
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Guess I was born for roaming |
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And roam I always will |
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Oh I wonder if it's greener |
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On the far side of the hill |
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I wonder if it's greener |
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On the far side of that hill |
