| On the first day of May I took to the road
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| I’d been staring out the window most of the morning
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| I’d watched the rain claw at the glass
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| And a vicious wind blew hard and fast
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| I should have taken it as a warning
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| As a warning As a warning
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| As a warning
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| I’d given my nurse the weekend off
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| My meals were I’ll prepared
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| My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb
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| And my piano crouched in the corner of my room
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| With all it’s teeth bared
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| All it’s teeth bared All it’s teeth bared
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| All it’s teeth bared.
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| Hallelujah Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah Hallelujah
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| I left my house without my coat
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| Something my nurse would not have allowed
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| And I took the small roads out of town
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| And I passed a cow and the cow was brown
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| And my pyjamas clung to me like a shroud
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| Like a shroud Like a shroud
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| Like a shroud
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| There rose before me a little house
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| With all hope and dreams kept within
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| A woman’s voice close to my ear
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| Said, «Why don’t you come in here?»
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| «You looked soaked to the skin»
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| Soaked to the skin Soaked to the skin
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| Soaked to the skin
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| Hallelujah Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah Hallelujah
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| I turned to the woman and the woman was young
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| I extended a hearty salutation
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| But I knew if my nurse had been here
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| She would never in a thousand years
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| Permit me to accept that invitation
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| Invitation That invitation
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| That invitation
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| Now, you might think it wise to risk it all
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| Throw caution to the reckless wind
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| But with her hot cocoa and her medication
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| My nurse had been my one salvation
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| So I turned back home
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| I turned back home I turned back home
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| Singing my song
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| Hallelujah
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| The tears are welling in my eyes again
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| Hallelujah
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| I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
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| Hallelujah
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| And twenty pretty girls to carry
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| them down
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| Hallelujah
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| And twenty deep holes to bury them in
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| Hallelujah
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| The tears are welling in my eyes again
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| Hallelujah
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| I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
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| Hallelujah
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| And twenty pretty girls to carry them down
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| Hallelujah
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| And twenty deep holes to bury them in |