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I NEVER MEANT TO LEAVE HER, MY INTENTIONS WERE TO STAY
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IT WASN'T NOTHING SHE HAD DONE OR NOTHING SHE COULD SAY
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TO CHANGE THIS OLD FAMILIAR FEELING THAT
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MAKES CHILLS RUN THROUGH MY SKIN
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'LESS SHE READ MY MIND AND SAW THE
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SIGNS THAT POINT AROUND THE BEND
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MY TOOTHBRUSH NEVER LEAVES MY POCKET,
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THERE'S NO ANCHOR ON MY FEET
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IF MY SLEEPING' BAG GETS DUSTY AND THERE'S NOT ENOUGH TO EAT
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I MAY STAY AN EXTRA DAY, 'TIL I FIND ANOTHER TOWN
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YOU CAN BET THERE'S NOT A LADY THAT
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CAN SHOW THIS FREIGHT TRAIN DOWN
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AND I'LL BE MOVING IN THE MORNING,
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LEAVING YOU BEHIND
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IF ANYONE SHOULD ASK YOU,
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YOU CAN TELL THEM THEY WILL FIND
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SOMEBODY WALKING' DOWN THE HIGHWAY WITH A GUITAR IN HIS HAND
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AND I'LL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED AS A FREE BORN RAMBLING' MAN
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LORD, TELL THE CHILDREN WHEN THEY FIND ME,
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THAT I DIED BUT NOT IN VAIN
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THEY CAN FIND REINCARNATION IN THE WHISTLE OF A TRAIN
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AND EACH TIME THEY HEAR THE WHISTLE BLOW
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THROUGH THE STILLNESS OF THE LAND
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THEY'LL KNOW THAT I WAS HAPPY AS A FREE BORN RAMBLING' MAN
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Free Born Rambling Man
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| David Allan Coe |
