| He was standing by the highway
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| With a sign that just said Mother
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| When he heard a driver coming
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| About a half a mile away
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| So he held the sign up higher
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| Where no decent soul could miss it
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| It was ten degrees or colder
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| Down by Boulder Dam that day
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| He was raised up in Milwaukee
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| Though he never was that famous
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| He was just a road musician
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| To the taverns he would go
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| Singing songs about the ramblin'
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| The lovin' girls and gamblin'
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| How the world fell on his shoulders
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| Back in Boulder I don’t know
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| Chorus
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| And she told him she would take him
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| For a ride in the morning sun
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| Back in Boulder he had told her
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| I don’t know when, I’ve had a better friend
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| It was out in Arizona
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| That he heard the lady listening
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| To each word that he was saying
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| To each line that he would write
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| So he sat down at her table
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| And they talked about the weather
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| 98.6 and rising down by Boulder Dam that night
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| Chorus
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| Now he’s traded off his Martin
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| Though his troubles ain’t over
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| His feet are almost frozen and the sun is sinking low
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| Won’t you listen to me brother, if you ever loved your mother
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| Please pull off on the shoulder, if you’re goin' Milwaukee way
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| It’s ten degrees and getting colder down by Boulder Dam today |