| I have nowhere to sleep tonight
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| Not a place to lay my head
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| If I don’t get near some kindling, dear
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| Somebody’s gonna find me dead
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| Now when I left you, babe, I thought my life would turn
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| But ever since that day this heart just burns, burns, burns
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| Trying to make my way back to you
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| But, honey, I lost my way
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| Can’t even find me a place to stay
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| 'Cause I have nowhere to sleep tonight
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| Not a place to lay my head
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| If I don’t get near some kindling, dear
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| Somebody’s gonna find me dead
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| I wandered coast to coast trying to earn my keep
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| But a couple bucks a day don’t buy this rambler a place to sleep
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| And that Old Man Winter, he’s a-keeping me on the run
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| Never to find my home
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| 'Cause I have nowhere to sleep tonight
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| Not a place to lay my head
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| If I don’t get near some kindling, dear
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| Somebody’s gonna find me dead
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| I was keeping myself warm on a park bench with the local press
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| When I saw your picture in the Socials in a long, white dress
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| You’ve found another man with whom you can raise a tent
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| I’m just trying to raise my rent
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| 'Cause I have nowhere to sleep tonight
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| Not a place to lay my head
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| If I don’t get near some kindling, dear
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| Somebody’s gonna find me dead |