| This ole world is a funny ole place
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| We’re always running from place to place
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| You work and slave to try to ease your mind
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| The very things you strive for, you gotta leave behind
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| What I know so far, near as I can tell
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| Heaven’s here on earth and the soul is it
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| Just the air we’re given and the stars above
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| You can measure your riches by the ones you love
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| When I say goodbye, you can bet I’m gone
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| When a lonesome freight-train whistle blows its weary song
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| When I see the light of a brand new dawn
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| When I say goodbye, you can bet I’m gone
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| When I die, don’t toll no bells
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| Just put my ashes in some shotgun shells
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| Get all of my friends some windy day
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| To say goodbye and watch me blow away
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| When the wind dies down and the day gets late
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| I’ll be all scattered all over the state
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| And you know which state I’m talking about
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| The place I love and can’t live without
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| When I say goodbye, you can bet I’m gone
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| When a lonesome freight-train whistle blows its weary song
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| When I see the light of a brand new dawn
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| When I say goodbye, you can bet I’m gone
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| When I say goodbye, you can bet I’m gone |