| High up in the mountains cutting the timbers down
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| All I do from dusk to dawn is follow that mule around
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| I had no intentions of staying away this long
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| But I guess I won’t be home 'til I’m dead and gone
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| Picked peaches down in Georgia, cotton in Tennessee
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| Trying to make a livin’s going to be the death of me
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| So if you want to find me just look where the wind has blown
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| Hun, I won’t be home 'til I’m dead and gone
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| Go find another fella if you want to
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| I won’t say you ever done me wrong
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| This of heart ain’t nothing to hold onto
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| Hun, I won’t be home 'til I’m dead and gone
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| Up here in these tall pines leanin' into the wind
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| Doing my best to catch my breath 'till I hit the road again
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| The only thing I know how to do is keep on rambling on
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| I guess I won’t be home 'til I’m dead and gone
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| Go find another fella if you want to
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| I won’t say you ever done me wrong
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| This of heart ain’t nothing to hold onto
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| Hun, I won’t be home 'til I’m dead and gone
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| There’s a great big shade tree shadowing the stones
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| Where I want you to lay me down to rest my weary bones
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| There ain’t really nowhere else in this earth I belong
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| Guess I won’t be home 'til I’m dead and gone
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| Go find another fella if you want to
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| I won’t say you ever done me wrong
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| This of heart ain’t nothing to hold onto
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| Hun, I won’t be home 'til I’m dead and gone
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| Hun, I won’t be home 'til I’m dead and gone |