| Old man are you tired
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| Will I one day fill those boots
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| Walk the world over
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| In search of righteous truth
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| Old man are you gone
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| Down to the proving ground
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| Sir your time is served
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| Now let me make my rounds
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| For my cause I’m a walking down for my judgement day
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| For my land I’m a coming round to pay what you have paid
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| With my hands I will dig and build and bleed until I lay
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| Then wash my feet in the waves
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| It’s high time to carry on And march to my own drum
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| Kick the dust up son
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| And wear the soles down some
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| It’s high time to carry on Horizon on the run
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| Walk the world over
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| And know I’m not alone
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| For my cause I’m a walking down for my judgement day
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| For my land I’m a coming round to pay what you have paid
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| With my hands I will dig and build and bleed until I lay
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| Then wash my feet in the waves
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| For my cause I’m a walking down for my judgement day
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| For my land I’m a coming round to pay what you have paid
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| With my hands I will dig and build and bleed until I lay
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| Then wash my feet in the waves |