| Well I feel like an old hobo,
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| I’m sad lonesome and blue
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| I was fair as the summer day
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| Now the summer days are through
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| You pass through places
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| And places pass through you
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| But you carry 'em with you
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| On the souls of your travellin' shoes
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| Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly
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| Wake you up in the mornin' so early
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| Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues
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| I got the wanderin' blues
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| And I’m gonna quit these ramblin' ways one of
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| These days soon
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| And I’ll sing
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| The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs…
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| Well it’s times like these
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| I feel so small and wild
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| Like the ramblin' footsteps of a wanderin' child
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| And I’m lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill
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| Singin these blues with a warble and a trill
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| But I’m not too blue to fly
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| No I’m not too blue to fly cause
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| The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs…
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| Well I love you so dearly
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| I love you so fearlessly
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| Wake you up in the mornin' so early
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| Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues
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| I got the wanderin' blues
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| And I don’t wanna leave you
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| I love you through and through
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| Oh I left my baby on a pretty blue train
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| And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain
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| I had the wanderin' blues
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| And I sang those wanderin' blues
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| And I’m gonna quit these ramblin' ways
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| One of these days soon
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| And I’ll sing…
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| The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs…
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| [I don’t care if the sun don’t shine
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| I don’t care if nothin' is mine
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| I don’t care if I’m nervous with you
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| I’ll do my lovin' in the wintertime] - Syd Barrett |