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(Sammy Parton/Jolie Holland/Syd Barrett) |
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Well, I feel like an old hobo |
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I'm sad, lonesome and blue |
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I was fair as a summer's day |
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Now the summer days are through |
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You pass through places |
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And places pass through you |
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But you carry them with you |
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On the soles of your travelling shoes |
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Well, I love you so dearly |
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I love you so clearly |
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I wake you up in the morning |
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So early just to tell you |
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I got the wandering blues |
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I got the wandering blues |
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And I'm going to quit |
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These rambling ways one of these |
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Days soon |
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And I sing |
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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Well it's times like these |
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I feel so small |
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And wild like the rambling footsteps |
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Of a wandering child |
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And I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill |
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Singing these blues with a warble and a trill |
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But I'm not too blue to fly |
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No I'm not too blue to fly ' |
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Cause the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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But I love you so dearly |
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I love you so fearlessly |
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I wake you up in the morning so early |
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Just to tell you |
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I've got the wandering blues |
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I've got the wandering blues |
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And I don't want to leave you |
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I love you through and through |
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Well I left my baby on a pretty blue train |
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And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain |
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And I had the wandering blues |
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And I sang those wandering blues |
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And I'm gonna quit these rambling ways one of these |
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Days soon |
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And I sing |
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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And the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs |
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Well I don't care if the sun don't shine |
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And I don't care if nothing is mine |
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And I don't care if |
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I'm nervous with you |
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I'll do my loving in the wintertime. |
