| I was born for roaming
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| Yes, I always will
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| I wonder if it’s greener
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| On the far side of the hill
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| Hey Dan, Dan look down yonder
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| Why there’s earth and there’s green and sky
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| And I bet we could get down there
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| In the batting of an eye
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| And further west there’s oceans
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| A miner he told me so
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| And the sun it shines so brightly
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| That it scares off the winters snow
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| And, you know, Dan, sometimes I’m tired
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| You know there’s sometimes when I’m lonesome too
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| Sometimes I see a farmer
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| Walking slow when the day is through
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| And I know, I know he’s got a woman
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| She’s making supper for him every day
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| And I curse this wandering fever
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| That stole my love away
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| Yes, I was born for roaming
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| I guess I always will
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| I wonder could it be greener
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| On the far side of the hill
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| I wonder could it be greener
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| On the far side of the hill |