| I was born a poor man’s son, and followin' tradition
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| When I came of age I hit the road, and followed blind ambition
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| I served my time and payed my dues, now I’m sittin' pretty
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| Sleeping in a feather bed high above this city
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| It’s four in the morning, and I’m sittin' here still thinking
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| Our love’s on the borderline, I know this ship is sinking
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| I still remember when we talked about the Southern Cross a long time ago
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| Look through my window and I watch the cold rain fallin'
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| Somewhere in the distance I can hear a siren callin'
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| Is this a wilderness or just another station on the Rock Island Line?
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| When I first came to this town with sweet anticipation
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| My days were filled with music, and my nights with conversation
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| I didn’t worry, didn’t care which way the wind was blowin'
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| Yes there was magic in the air, and music kept on flowin'
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| I was a superman ridin' on a river
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| She always wanted so much more than I could give her
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| I still remember everytime we said goodbye when I was back on the road
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| I was a rhythm man, now I’m a local hero
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| I still remember when my luck was down to zero
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| Right now I sit and wonder why nobody ever comes to knock on my door
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| Now life is bitter, life is sweet, life is what you make it
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| Your love makes my life complete, and I just can’t forsake it
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| The time has come to travel on, yes now the days I’m countin'
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| We’re goin' back to where we come from, gonna live on some old mountain
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| It’s four in the morning, and I’m sittin' here still thinking
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| Our love’s on the borderline, I know the ship is sinking
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| I still remember when we talked about the Southern Cross a long time ago
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| I was a rhythm man, now I’m a local hero
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| I still remember when my luck was down to zero
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| Is this a wilderness or just another station on the Rock Island Line? |