| He’s the king of the road, the old man, the child
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| The joker runnin' wild, makin' it funny
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| He’s of no fixed abode when he carries the load
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| He’ll do anything he can to make it funny
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| But he’ll never say die if he’s livin' a lie
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| Pick up his hat and go
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| If there’s reason to cry, he’ll just make it a sigh
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| And wander on down the road
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| He’s a natural friend with no money to lend
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| Or whatever it takes to turn you on to
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| He’s the father, the son, he don’t owe anyone
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| And his debts are all paid with his confection
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| Then he’ll wander away with no time in his way
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| Pick up his hat and go
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| He’ll never say die if he’s livin' a lie
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| Just wander on down the road
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| Wander on down the road
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| And he’ll wander away with no time in his way
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| Pick up his hat and go
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| He’ll never say die, he was livin' a lie
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| Just wandered on down the road
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| Wandered on down the road
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| Wandered on down the road
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| Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
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| Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah |