| If I ever get to Saginaw again
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| A locale that’s somewhat off the beaten track
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| Get to see the girl I never saw again
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| Who must know why I have never ventured back
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| We we young
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| And so alive
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| And now I wonder if she’d cling to me
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| Become my very own as she did then
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| If I ever get to Saginaw again
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| If I ever get to Saginaw again
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| It won’t be in Spring with meadows turning green
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| It won’t be to tangle with the law again
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| And it won’t be with someone one only seventeen
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| Who gave her love
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| And made me hers
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| And when you find the one you’re dreaming of
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| Who thinks to ask, «How old is love?»
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| Not «when»
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| You may never get to Saginaw again
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| If I ever get to Saginaw again
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| I will get to see son who bears my name
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| And perhaps I’ll quietly withdraw again
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| When I see the little man that he became
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| And how I yearn
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| To watch him grow
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| A father’s love is maybe all it takes
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| To not repeat those sad mistakes of men
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| If I ever get to Saginaw again |