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You might see me down in Alabama |
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Or Baton Rouge down in Louisiana |
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I might make it up to Detroit City |
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Where people work hard and life is gritty |
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It don't really matter where I am |
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It's what I do, it's what I can |
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This old world has been good to me |
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So I try to give back and I want to be free |
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I was born in Ontario |
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I was born in Ontario, Ontario, Ontario, Ontario |
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[Guitar solo] |
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I still like to sing a happy song |
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Once in a while and things go wrong |
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I pick up a pen, scribble on a page |
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Try to make sense of my inner rage |
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One cold winter we went down south |
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With daddy's typewriter for a couple of months |
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And I was born in Ontario |
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I was born in Ontario, Ontario, Ontario, Ontario |
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[Guitar solo] |
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I was born in Ontario |
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Where the black fly bites |
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And the green grass grows |
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That's where I learned most of what I know |
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Cause you don't learn much |
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When you start to get old |
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I left home at a tender young age |
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Cause mom and daddy never liked to stay |
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In any one place for very long |
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We just kept moving, moving on |
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I was born in Ontario |
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I was born in Ontario, Ontario, Ontario, Ontario |
