| It’s a long and a dusty road
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| It’s a hard and heavy load
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| And the folks I meet ain’t always kind
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| Some are bad, some are good
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| Some have done the best they could
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| Some have tried to ease my troubling mind
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| And I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound, where I’m bound
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| Can’t help but wonder where I’m bound
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| I have been around this land
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| Just a-doing the best I can
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| Tryin' to find what I was meant to do
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| And the faces that I see
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| Are as worried as can be
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| And it ooks like they’re a-wonderin' too
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| I had a buddy, way back home
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| But he started out to roam
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| And I hear he’s out by Frisco Bay
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| And sometimes, when I’ve had a few
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| His voice comes singin' through
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| And I’m a-goin' out to see him some old day
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| If you see me passin' by
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| And you sit and wonder why
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| And you wish that you were a rambler, too
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| Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor
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| Lace 'em up and bar the door
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| And thank the stars for the roof that’s over you |