| Hello old man, have you room for a wanderer
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| Running from his checkered past
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| No I’m not your favorite son
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| I never even tied for last
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| Do you still cuss the dirt and pray for rain
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| Stubborn as the sun and twice as vain
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| Think about all you have done
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| Before you tell me you ain’t wandered none
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| Now your wayward son has come back home
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| What’d you think about me while I was gone
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| Old man when I was on your knee
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| Didn’t you think I’d turn out to be like me
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| Hello old man, the world is strange
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| Cuts you up and mends you back again
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| You got your scars in a forgotten war
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| Mine I got on bar room floors
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| Well you told me tales when I was a child
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| Lord they made me wonder and made me wild
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| I guess I had to be like you
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| There weren’t no war but I made do
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| Hello old man life rolls along
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| I’m just trying to reap what you have sown
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| You never wished me well on the night I left
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| But in my eyes you saw yourself
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| You should have known I’d turn out to be like you |