| It was a very cold September
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| Colder than I’d ever care to make it
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| I had a kind of empty feeling
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| But no place to go where I could take it
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| So I took a walk beside the railroad tracks
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| And I thought about the facts of my life
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| And of my sometime, somewhere wife
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| At times like this I lose my head and think of her
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| Empty spaces always ask for filling
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| I wonder why I never stopped to marry her
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| It wasn’t 'cause she was not more than willing
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| Walking puts a window to my mind
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| And brings thoughts about this kind of a life
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| Without my sometime, somewhere wife
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| I guess I walked about a mile and maybe some
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| And I come upon a rusty railroad crossing
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| And suddenly I knew that time had come again
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| The winter wind had set the trees to tossing
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| So I returned to where I’d left my stuff
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| Yes, I knew I’d had enough of my life
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| Without my sometime, somewhere wife
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| I got to find her, I’ve got to find her
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| I got to find her, I’ve got to find her
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| I’ve got to find my lady, got let her know, I don’t know why I let my lady go
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| I got to find her, I’ve got to find her
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| I’ve got to find her |