| It’s a long and a dusty road
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| It’s a hot and a heavy load
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| And the folks that I meet ain’t always kind
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| So are bad, some are good
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| Some have done the best they could
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| Some have tried to ease my troubled mind
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| And I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound
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| Where I’m bound
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| And I can’t help but wonder where I’m bound
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| I have wandered thru this land
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| Just a doing the best I can
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| Tryin to find what I was meant to do
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| And the people that I see
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| Look as worried as can be
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| And it looks like they are a wondering too
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| I had a little girl one time
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| She had lips like Sherry wine
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| I loved her till my head went plumb insane
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| But I was too blind to see
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| She was drifting away from me
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| And my good gal went off on the morning train
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| And I had a buddy back home
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| But he started out to roam
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| I hear he’s out by Frisco Bay
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| And sometimes when I’ve had a few
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| His old voice comes a ringing thru
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| And I’m going out to see him some old day
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| If you see me passing by
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| And you sit and you wonder why
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| And if you wish that you were a rambling too
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| Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor
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| Lace them up and bar the door
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| Thank your stars for the roof that’s over you |