| How have you been my darling children
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| While I have been away in the west?
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| Though you are strangers
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| I feel that I know you
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| By the way that you treat me and offer to feed me and egarly ask if I’ll stay
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| for a rest
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| Now sit yourselves down in a pile here before me
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| I wish I had presents for each of your smiles
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| I have been traveling
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| Without much to carry
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| Just a broken guitar case with tape on the sides
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| A bag and a few signs to help me get rides
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| Here are some beads from a throat of a princess
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| Who reigned in the years 'round 200 BC
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| Divid them and wear them
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| And make sure you share them
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| Because I want you to have them in hopes that’ll be
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| As lovely as the lady who gave them to me
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| Here is a strange European guitar string
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| I found on the floor of a Club in Marselles
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| It’s fat for the third string and too skinny for the fourth string
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| But I keep in hopes I may use it someday
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| It’s funny how people just keep things that way
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| Here is a turtle from a Long Island Expressway
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| Says that his home has been covered with tar
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| So I gave him a ride on the back of my suitcase
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| And he wants to stay here in your yard
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| At long his life won’t be quite so hard
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| How have you been my darling children? |