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I'm a travelling man, a-moving |
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You name it |
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I've been there |
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And night and day |
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I strive to sell my wares |
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Got nothing |
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I can show you |
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Nothing you can wear |
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But hang around a while and lend an ear |
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While travellin' on a freight-train |
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On the Rocky |
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Island line |
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My young love said to me |
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My mother, she don't mind |
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And through twelve gates of the city |
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I came into my prime |
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I was singing songs of wild mountain thyme |
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Sing little birdie |
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From the greenwood side-o |
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Where the trees they do grow high |
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Come say hello |
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Summer is a-coming |
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And I'm standing on the shore |
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And where |
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I'm boundOh |
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Lord, I can't be sure |
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From the Arizona dustbowl |
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Out to Van |
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Diemons land |
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To the North- |
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West Passage snowbound |
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Where Lord |
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Franklin made his stand |
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While high above |
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I'm flying |
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With my guitar in my hand |
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Thinking about one tiny grain of sand |
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If anyone should ask me |
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If I be a rambling boy |
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The sporting life |
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I know I have enjoyed |
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Met a lady from |
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Louisville |
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A-pleasing to my mind |
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She took my hand and said |
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Would you please be kind |
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And from the foggy dew |
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I stumbled |
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Into a shady grove |
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Where the redbird sang his sweet song |
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He sang of careless love |
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And the bells of |
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Rhymney rang out |
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And brought the people round |
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Saying welcome to your friendly travelling man |
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Welcome to your friendly travelling man |
