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Moving in silent desperation |
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Keeping an eye on the holy land |
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A hypothetical destination |
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Say, who is this waliking man? |
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Well, the leaves have come to turning |
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And the goose has gone to fly |
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And bridges are for buning |
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So don't you let that yearning |
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Pass you by |
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Walking man, walking man walks |
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Well, any other man stops and talks |
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But the walking man walks |
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Well the frost is on the pumpkin |
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And the hay is in the barn |
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An pappy's come to rambling on |
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Stumbling around drunk |
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Down on the farm |
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And the walking man walks |
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Doesn't know nothing at all |
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Any other man stops and talks |
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But the walking man walks on by |
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Walk on by |
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Most everybody's got seed to sow |
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It ain't always easy for a weed to grow, oh no |
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So he don't hoe the row for no one |
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Oh for sure he's always missing |
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And something is never quite right |
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Ah, but who would want to listen to you |
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Kissing his existence good night |
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Walking man walk on by my door |
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Well, any other man stops and talks |
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But not the walking man |
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He's the walking man |
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Born to walk |
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Walk on walking man |
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Well now, would he have wings to fly |
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Would he be free |
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Golden wings against the sky |
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Walking man, walk on by |
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So long, walking man, so long |
