| Roan county banjo
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| Ringing through the pines
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| Smokey gold and that band of his
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| Got honey in their eyes
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| The bootleggers wisdom
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| Says leave the law behind
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| Roan county banjo
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| You old friend of mine
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| Find your meadow, find your way
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| When you speak be sure what you say
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| Say what you feel and throw the rest away
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| Throw the rest away
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| Polly put the kettle on
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| It’s been morning now for days
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| There’s a rooster in the kitchen
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| Who says he ain’t been paid
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| I surely would oblige him
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| For I am a honest soul
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| But there’s something in his pleading
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| And frankly I’m not sold
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| Find your shadow, slip away
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| When you speak, be sure what you say
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| Say what you feel, throw the rest away
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| Throw the rest away, throw the rest away
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| It’s a long road around my love
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| Be on your way, by water, by star
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| A cold north wind brings the day
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| A change in the air
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| Now we see far
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| It’s true a pack of lies
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| Try to drag you down
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| In the heart of sadness
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| There is a lonely sound
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| Roan county banjo
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| Alive as you or I
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| If these days were any sweeter
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| They’d be peach blossom wine
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| It’s hard to find a sinner
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| At the break the of dawn
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| If you don’t know where that is
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| Just listen to this song
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| Find your meadow, find your way
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| When you speak be sure what you say
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| Say what you feel and throw the rest away
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| Throw the rest away
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| Throw the rest away |