| From town to twon I roam and dwell
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| Sing my songs and stories I tell
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| Gone is the gold and ladies' smile
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| I’m living on borrowed time
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| This is me, no guilt, no shame
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| I ain’t no saint, I ain’t no king
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| I’m a man of my word
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| With a stone backbone
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| Open your arms
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| I’m coming home
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| Don’t you say it’s the same old story
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| Don’t you say I came too late
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| Don’t you say it was all for nothing
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| For now I am here to stay
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| I have a will, hard as a rock
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| But it crumbled down with the very last drop
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| Don’t ask so I don’t have to lie
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| I’m a rover till the day I die
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| Don’t you say it’s the same old story
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| Don’t you say I came too late
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| Don’t you say it was all for nothing
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| For now I am here to stay
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| Don’t you say it’s the same old story
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| Don’t you say I came too late
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| Don’t you say it was all for nothing
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| For now I am here to stay
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| Don’t you say
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| Don’t you say
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| Don’t you say
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| Don’t you say it’s the same old story
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| Don’t you say I came too late
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| Don’t you say it was all for nothing
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| For now I am here to stay
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| Don’t you say it’s the same old story
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| Don’t you say I came too late
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| Don’t you say it was all for nothing
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| For now I am here to stay
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| This promise will never fade away |