| I’ve been wandering East of Eden
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| Been lost, cold, lonesome as a sparrow in the rain
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| I found myself tumbling to a sinking feeling
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| When someone said I done gone wrong
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| Couldn’t feel no shame
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| I’ll be leaving town on the very next train
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| You can wait for me little girl
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| But I won’t be coming this way again
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| And it ain’t nobody’s business if I do
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| There’s a slow train rumbling east of a place called Eden
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| Ah, the wind blowing in proud as the trees upon the plain
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| And a stranger’s voice talked to me of liberty and freedom
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| Yeah, it seems like he done gone wrong again
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| And he wears the hat like shame
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| Well he tasted the fruit of another
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| And when his Margie, when she discovered
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| Said she’s gonna love him ten times more
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| Ain’t nobody’s business if she do
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| He said «some men born rich, some men born poor
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| But they’re rich in other ways»
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| Into my heart his wisdom poured
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| It’s no good crumblin, I’m making tracks to live
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| When I laid my love down in the light
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| You should’ve seen all the things my shadow did
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| The filth and the fury, the fear and the pain
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| It’s all disappearing now
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| Faster than the smoke from this old train
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| And it ain’t nobody’s business if it do |