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I wouldn't say that I've
been wrong
For standin'
here just a-singin' my
song
Collectin' money
from folks who pass my
way
'Cause I've
been doin' it now for quite some time
But I'm a poet
without a rhyme
Until today
I never questioned why
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Well I left
one mornin', a Sunday past
I had no plans
for travelin' fast
I pitched my
camp wherever I would be
When I left
I thought that I'd be a star
And send for
you from near or far
As you see things
didn't work that way for me
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And
you don't know what I've been through
I
should have come on back to you
Long
ago...
Whoa,
so long ago
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You
know I always had the thought
That
I'd do good and make a lot, yeah
Then
settle down to a family and a home
But
my lucky break just never came
So
I've been standin' out in the rain
To
drown those tears I cried at bein' alone
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Whoa,
but I still wouldn't say that I've been wrong
For
standin' here just a-singin' my song
Collectin'
money from folks who pass my way
And
though it was eighteen years ago
And
where they went, well I just don't know...
But
I do remember half the tunes that I've played
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And you don't know
what I've been through
I
should have come on back to you
Long
ago...
Whoa,
so long ago
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Whoa,
but I still wouldn't say that I've been wrong
For
standin' here just a-singin' my song
Collectin'
money from folks who pass my way
And
though it was eighteen years ago
And
where they went, well I just don't know...
But
I do remember half the tunes that I've played
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And
you don't know what I've been through
I
should have come on back to you
Long
ago...
Whoa,
so long ago
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And
you don't know what I've been through
I
should have come on back to you
Long
ago...
Whoa,
so long ago
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