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I'm heading back to the north country |
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With the cold wind in my eye |
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I'll be there by sunset |
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Before the first snow flies |
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Rustlin' leaves are on the ground |
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This crazy feeling hangin' round |
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I'll remember now and then |
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But don't ask when I'll be back again |
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Had this dream late one night |
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'Bout working on the gang of the |
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Mull River drive |
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Danny, me and Freddie Wright |
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Making a dollar a day justto stay |
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alive |
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Rustlin' leaves on the ground |
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A cold rain coming down |
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Sleeping there on the dark, damp earth |
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For what it's worth |
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no reason can be found |
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So if you're heading back to the |
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north country |
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WIth the sunset in your eye |
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You may find me on the rocky shore |
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of that lonely isle |
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Rustlin' leaves on the ground |
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A cold hard rain coming down |
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Sleeping there on the dark, damp earth |
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For what it's worth, no reason |
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can be found |
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I'm heading back to the north country |
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With the cold wind in my eye |
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I'll be there by sunset |
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Before the first snow flies |
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Rustlin' leaves on the ground |
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A cold hard rain coming down |
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I'll remember now and then |
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But don't ask when I'll be back again |
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Rustlin' leaves on the ground |
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A cold hard rain coming down |
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I'll remember now and then |
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But don't ask when I'll be back again |
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I'll be back again |
