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I packed my rags, went down the hill |
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Left my dependents a-lying still |
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Just as the dawn was a-rising up |
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I was making good speed |
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I left a letter lying on the bed |
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From a man in need it read |
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You know it's so hard to find |
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It's so hard to find |
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Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need |
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All of my friends don't comprehend me |
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Their kind of style it just offends me |
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I want to take 'em |
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I want to shake 'em |
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'Til they pay me some heed |
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You've got to ride in one direction |
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Until you find the right connection |
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You know it's so hard to find |
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It's so hard to find |
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Who's going to cure |
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The heart of a man in need? |
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Who's going to give you real happiness? |
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Who's going to give you contentedness? |
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Who's going to lead you? |
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Who's going to feed you? |
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And cut you free? |
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Well I've sailed every ship in the sea |
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But I travelled this world in misery |
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It's so hard to find |
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It's so hard to find |
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Who's going to cure |
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The heart of a man in need? |
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Who's going to shoe your feet? |
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Who's going to pay your rent? |
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Who's going to stand by you? |
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Who's going to cure the heart of a man in need? |
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Of a man in need? |
