I know of a man who lives on the other side
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On the other side of this mountain
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They say he's calling the weary home
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I've been told of a man who lives on the other side
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On the other side of this mountain
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With a heart full of stories of hope
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So run like a vagabond, carry the flame
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Run for the children and run for the slaves
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Hold it up high with a message of faith
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Don't ever stop moving on
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Just run like a vagabond
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His book is a gun that he reads for the people
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The words that he speaks have been colored illegal
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But the law that he's under is bigger than paper and gowns
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He stayed in the streets where the beggars are broken
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He's risking is life, a bullseye in the open
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But he won't stop to rest until he's reached every town
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So run like a vagabond, carry the flame
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Run for the children and run for the slaves
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Hold it up high with a message of faith
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Don't ever stop moving on
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Just run like a vagabond
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Vagabond
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| Bethany Dillon |
