| Poor little robin
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| Walkin', walkin' walkin' to Missouri
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| He can’t afford to fly
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| Got a penny for a
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| Poor little robin
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| Walkin', walkin', walkin' to Missouri
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| Got a teardrop in his eye
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| I hope my story don’t make you cry
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| But this bird flew too high
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| He flew from his old Missouri home
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| He fell right into the city ways
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| Like dancin' in cabarets
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| From party to party
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| He would roam
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| Poor little robin
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| Walkin', walkin', walkin' to Missouri
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| He can’t afford to fly
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| Got a penny for a
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| Poor little robin
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| Walkin', walkin', walkin' to Missouri
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| Got a tear drop in his eye
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| He met a birdie who looked so nice
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| A real bird of paradise
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| Good lookin', but fickle in the heart
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| She gave him kisses and gave him sighs
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| But oh, how she told him lies
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| 'Cause she loved
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| Another from the start
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| Poor little robin
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| Walkin', walkin', walkin' to Missouri
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| He can’t afford to fly
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| Got a penny for a
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| Poor little robin
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| Walkin', walkin', walkin' to Missouri
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| Got a teardrop in his eye
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| His dreams are battered, his feathers bent
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| Now, he hasn’t got a cent
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| He feels like his heart is gonna break
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| So, if he ever walks up to you
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| Please throw him a crumb or two
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| 'Cause you could have made the same mistake
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| Poor little robin
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| Walkin', walkin', walkin' to Missouri
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| He can’t afford to fly
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| Got a penny for a
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| Poor little robin
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| Walkin', walkin', walkin' to Missouri
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| Got a teardrop in his eye
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| Got a teardrop in his eye |