| Well I made my way from Asheville, the loving of the Georgia pines
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| Worked my way to Alabam, didn’t even make a dime
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| Well I wish I was right there with you, my brand new shirt and shoes
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| Talking about our next move, thinking about these blues
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| Well if I had a thousand dollars, I’d fly home to you take you
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| To the Suwannee river, take you on a trip for two
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| But I’m a sad, lonesome rambler
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| My money’s almost spent
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| Thinking about my baby’s… forgot to pay the rent
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| Can’t you see that little bird flying from pine to pine
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| He’s mourning for his true love, just like I mourn for mine
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| Too many motel rooms, from bar to bar I go
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| Ain’t paying a cent here, having a drink before the show
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| I’m feeling weary, weary to the bone
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| Everyone looks so cheery, but me I’m all alone
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| But I’m a sad, lonesome rambler
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| My money’s almost spent
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| Thinking about my baby’s… forgot to pay the rent
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| Walk out on the busy street, no one knows my name
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| Feel so defeated, everyone acts the same
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| Well if I had wings I’d fly away home
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| Just to see my Darling, my Mother, and home |