| When I was a young boy
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| The only things that really mattered were
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| Making friends and having fun
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| Walkin' down the railroad track
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| 'Til you reached the river
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| Turn around and head on back
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| When the day is done
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| Ain’t it like they always say
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| Everybody goes their own way
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| Nobody knows no one can tell
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| It’s always been the same for me
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| Guess it’s just the way it must be
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| Headin' down that dusty trail
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| When I was a young man
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| The only things
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| That got me goin' were
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| Gettin' high and chasm' love
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| Lyin' down beside my girl
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| On the banks of the river
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| With nothin' but some mustang wine
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| And all the stars above
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| It’s a twistin' turnin' windin' road
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| I get lost and broken down
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| I’m a stumbler and it won’t be long
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| 'Till stumble back around
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| Since I became my own man
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| Everything that matters to me is
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| Making sure I’m staying true
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| To my friends and the ones I love
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| 'Till cross that river
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| All alone I’m movin' on Until my time is through |