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Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long. Summer's almost gone. Winter's comin' on.
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Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long and I feel like I gotta travel on.
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Papa writes to Johnny. Johnny can't come home. Johnny can't come home, no, Johnny can't come home.
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Papa writes to Johnny. Johnny can't come home for he's been on the chain gang too long.
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High sheriff and police comin' after me. Comin' after me, oh, comin' after me.
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High sheriff and police comin' after me and I feel like I gotta travel on.
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Want-a see my honey. Want-a see her bad. Want-a see her bad, oh, I want-a see her bad.
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Want-a see my honey and I want-a see her bad. She's the best gal this poor boy ever had.
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And I feel like I gotta travel, done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long.
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GOTTA TRAVEL ON
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| Paul Clayton |
