| Old woman sell clothes on the side of the road somewhere in Tennessee
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| I’m passing through on my way back east no one knows much about me
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| But they stop and stare and say who’s that as I drive along the road
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| And stop my truck along the way to rummage through that pile of clothes
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| If they ask you who I am don’t you tell em nothing
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| About my past out on the trail or anything that’s happened
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| I’ve got my ghosts and they travel with me everywhere I go
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| And remind me about things I’d rather forget but they just won’t let me go
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| I see myself out in the woods with a pistol that I stole
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| And shake my head and buzz my lips to shed the heavy load
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| If they ask you who I am don’t you tell em nothing
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| About my past out on the trail or anything that’s happened
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| I’m going back to Virginia and live up on the trail
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| Keep to myself but I’ve got no choice there’s never been another way
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| I’ve lived alone all my life even in my own neighborhood
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| I am a dark space that passes by you reach out but it does no good
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| If they ask you who I am don’t you tell em nothing
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| About my past out on the trail or anything that’s happened
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| I’ll disappear into the trees no one will see my face
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| As I peer out from the branches they’ll quicken up their pace
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| Or I’ll stare out from a photograph on the post office wall
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| They’ll stop and think and move along oblivious of me and all
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| If they ask you who I am don’t you tell em nothing
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| About my past out on the trail or anything that’s happened
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| I had a girlfriend once she was pretty and fair
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| I had a girlfriend once but she’s no longer there
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| I had a girlfriend once I wonder if she loved me
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| I had a girlfriend once in the shadows of the trees
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| If they ask you who I am don’t you tell em nothing
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| About my past out on the trail or anything that’s happened |