| Well, it’s not hard to see,
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| Anyone who looks at me Knows I am just a rolling stone,
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| Never landing anyplace to call my own.
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| To call my own…
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| Well, it seems like so long ago,
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| But it really ain’t you know.
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| I started out a crazy kid,
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| Miracle I made it through the things I did.
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| The things I did…
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| Someday I’ll go where there ain’t no rain or snow,
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| Till then I travel alone.
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| And I make my bed with the stars above my head,
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| And dream of a place called home.
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| I had a chance to settle down,
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| Get a job and live in town.
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| Work in some old factory,
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| I never liked the foreman standing over me.
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| Over me…
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| Oh, I’d rather walk a winding road,
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| Rather know the things I know.
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| And see the world with my own eyes,
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| No regrets, no looking back and no goodbyes.
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| No goodbyes…
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| Someday I’ll go where there ain’t no rain or snow,
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| Till then I travel alone.
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| And I make my bed with the stars above my head,
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| And I dream of a place called home.
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| And someday I’ll go where there ain’t no rain or snow,
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| Till then I travel alone.
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| And I make my bed with the stars above my head,
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| And dream of a place called home.
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| Someday I’ll go where there ain’t no rain or snow,
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| And dream of a place called home… |