| One of these days,
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| I’m gonna sit down
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| and write a long letter
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| To all the good friends I’ve known
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| And I’m gonna try
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| And thank them all
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| for the good times together.
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| Though so apart we’ve grown.
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| One of these days,
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| I’m gonna sit down
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| and write a long letter
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| To all the good friends I’ve known
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| One of these days,
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| one of these days,
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| one of these days,
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| And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.
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| And I’m gonna thank,
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| That old country fiddler
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| And all those rough boys
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| Who play that rock 'n' roll
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| I never tried to burn any bridges
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| Though I know I let some good things go.
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| One of these days,
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| I’m gonna sit down
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| and write a long letter
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| To all the good friends I’ve known
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| One of these days,
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| one of these days,
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| one of these days,
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| And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.
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| From down in L.A.
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| All the way to Nashville,
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| From New York City
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| To my Canadian prairie home
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| My friends are scattered
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| Like leaves from an old maple.
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| Some are weak, some are strong.
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| One of these days,
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| I’m gonna sit down
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| and write a long letter
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| To all the good friends I’ve known
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| One of these days,
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| one of these days,
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| one of these days,
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| And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.
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| One of these days,
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| one of these days,
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| one of these days,
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| And it won’t be long, it won’t be long. |