| If you can’t come along, Love, then you must stay behind
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| You’re bound to say farewell to me
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| I must bid you goodbye, though I hate to see you cry
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| But I’m bound for the mountains and the sea
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| Fare thee well, for I’m bound for the mountains and the sea
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| It’s so hard to explain, why I’m leaving once again
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| It’s nothing that I haven’t done before
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| It ain’t much, I guess, but the thing I love the best
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| Is rambling this land from shore to shore
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| In this land, rambling this land from shore to shore
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| I have walked, I have thumbed, I’ve rode buses, I’ve rode trains
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| I’ve ridden a time or two in a silver plane
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| When I think of where I’ve been, I just have to go again
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| Just to see if everything is still the same
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| In this land, just to see if everything is still the same
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| So it’s fare thee well, my dear, and I must be on my way
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| There’s many a thing I want to do and see
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| I’m a mighty restless man in a mighty restless land
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| And I’m bound for the mountains and the sea
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| I’m bound for the mountains and the sea |