| The sun that’s falling from the south-western sky
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| Tells me that I must depart
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| So by sundown today
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| I’ll be on my way
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| But I’ll be leavin' my heart
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| It’s not the country side that appealed to my eyes
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| It’s the spirit and it captured my mind
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| But the things I tried to be made a wreck out of me
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| Now a different road I mind find
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| These things I think are new
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| I guess they’re really old
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| It seems I’ve done 'em once before
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| Now to go back to that fork in the road
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| Takes all the strength of my soul and more
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| Oh good bye, good bye you cruel town
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| You’ve been a fair weather friend
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| Now I will go to some places that I know
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| Where things don’t start just to end
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| These things I think are new
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| I guess they’re really old
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| It seems I’ve done 'em once before
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| Now to go back to that fork in the road
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| Takes all the strength of my soul and more
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| Good bye, good good bye you cruel town
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| You’ve been a fair weather friend
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| Now I will go to some place that I know
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| Where things don’t start just to end
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| Uh! |