| I packed my rags, went down the hill
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| Left my dependents a-lying still
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| Just as the dawn was rising up
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| I was making good speed
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| I left a letter lying on the bed
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| From a man in need, it read
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| You know it’s so hard
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| It’s so hard to find
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| Well, well, well
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| Who’s going to cure the heart of a man in need?
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| All of my friends don’t comprehend me
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| Their kind of style it just offends me
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| I want to take 'em, I want to shake 'em
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| 'Till they pay me some heed
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| Oh, you’ve got to ride in one direction
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| Until you find the right connection
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| You know it’s so hard
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| So, so, so, so
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| Well, well
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| Who’s going to cure the heart of a man in need?
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| Who’s going to give you real happiness?
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| Who’s going to give you contentedness?
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| Who’s going to lead you? |
| Who’s going to feed you?
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| And cut you free?
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| Well I’ve sailed every ship in the sea
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| But I traveled this world in misery
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| You know it’s so hard
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| So hard, so hard
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| Well, well
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| Who’s going to cure the heart of a man in need?
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| Well who’s going to shoe your feet?
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| Ah who’s going to pay your rent?
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| And who’s going to stand by you?
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| Well, well, well, well
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| Who’s going to cure the heart of a man in need?
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Of a man in need |