| I was born a poor, poor man
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| All my life I had hard-workin' hands
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| But I sang my song as I carried my load
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| 'Cause I had a dream about a Rainbow, Rainbow Road
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| Then one day, my chance came along
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| A man heard me singin' and playin' my song
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| He bought me fine clothes and paid the money I owed
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| Send me on my way to Rainbow, Rainbow Road
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| Then one night, a man with a knife
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| Forced me to take his life
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| Though I pleaded with him so desperately
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| The judge showed no mercy when he passed the sentence on for m
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| Now, as I pull this ball and chain
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| Wearing this number for my name
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| My drams like me have all grown old
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| But I still remember about Rainbow, Rainbow Road
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| Rainbow Road, Rainbow Road
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| I still dream about Rainbow Road |