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I won't have to chop no wood |
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I can be bad or I can be good |
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I can be any way that I feel |
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One of these days |
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Might be a woman that's dressed in black |
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Be a hobo by the railroad track |
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I'll be gone like the wayward wind one of these days |
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One of these days it will soon be all over cut and dry |
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And I won't have this urge to go all bottled up inside |
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One of these days I'll look back and I'll say I left in time |
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Cause somewhere for me I know there's peace of mind |
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I might someday walk across this land |
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Carrying the Lord's book in my hand |
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Goin' cross the country singin' loud as I can |
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One of these days |
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But I won't have trouble on my back |
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Cuttin' like the devil with a choppin' axe, |
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Got to shake it off my back, one of these days |
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One of these days it will soon be all over cut and dry |
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And I won't have this urge to go all bottled up inside |
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One of these days I'll look back and I'll say I left in time |
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Cause somewhere for me I know there's peace of mind |
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There's gonna be peace of mind for me, one of these days |
