| I was born in the south land
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| Twenty some odd years ago
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| I ran away for the first time
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| When I was three years old
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| I’m a free born man
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| My home is on my back
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| I know every inch of highway
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| Every foot of backroad
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| Every mile of railroad track
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| Well I got this old guitar
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| Well I carry it in an old tote sack
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| Well I hawked it about a hundred times
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| but I always get it back
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| I’m a free born man
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| My home is on my back
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| I know every inch of highway
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| Every foot of backroad
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| Every mile of railroad track
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| Well you may not like my appearance
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| An' you may not like my song
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| Well you may not like the way I talk
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| But you like the way I’m gone
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| I’m a free born man
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| My home is on my back
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| I know every inch of highway
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| Every foot of backroad
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| Every mile of railroad track |