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Way back when, when the days were young |
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We had our fun |
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Never cared much about being cool |
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Or growing old to play the old fool |
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Part of your life you spend paying your dues |
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Walking the miles and singing the blues |
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If I'm born into a pair of ramblin' shoes |
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I'll tell you what |
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I'll do I'll take my wings with a heart that's true |
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And find the way to you |
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Part of your life you spend paying your dues |
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Walking the miles in your old man shoes |
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When I finally find the way to shake loose |
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I'll tell you what |
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I'll do Hang my worry on a golden noose |
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And find the way to you |
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When we're all old and withering sages |
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Talkin' 'bout what might have been |
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Like a missing line or torn out pages |
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We're gonna miss you then |
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Walking the miles, singing the blues |
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Learning to love what god gives to you |
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If he gave me rockets on the bottom of my shoes |
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I tell you what |
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I'd do I'd burn my sole where the sun was new |
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And find the way |
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The way to you |
