I have been down in the valley of tears
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I have stood on the highest peak
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For the best part of a week
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Battered and bruised I had pulled myself through
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Every seen I would never repeat
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I have hung out with the beasts of the field
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And with them I've spent many long nights
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Got in some awful bad fights
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I came unstuck, I was down on my luck
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And I'm still gettin' over the bites
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Sounds of my own heart breaking, not to mention my mind
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Nothing can hurt me, a small voice said into a mike, take a hike
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No one will lead me astray anymore
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You are welcome to try if you like
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Welcome to try if you like
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I had been down in the valley so long
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I had almost run out of respect
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Got in right up to my neck
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Battered but wise to the truth and the lies
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That no layman would ever accept
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Reaching for all of the good things in life
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Can provide some suprises I guess
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It may be the way we are dressed
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These threads that you see mean so little to me
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They don't count when they put us to rest
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Late about dusk I would start to feel
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One more day had been lost
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Nothing I'd say ever seemed to convey
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How I felt with that I have dealt
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All of my children are healthy and sane
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They may say anything that they like
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Say anything that they like
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Sitting alone in the Blue Ridge Saloon
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Is no place for an angel to be
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Ladies make faces at me
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Battered but clean I had pulled my machine
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Off the road, I was too tired to see
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Wearing a smile like the rim of a cup
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I will get down to my final point
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There is no one left to annoint
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And the sowing of seed was it good, yes indeed
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It thrills me but only to a point
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Use your imagination, try every trick in the book
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My mother said with the life that I led I'd be broke
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Holy smoke
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All of my children are healthy and wise
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They may say anything that they like
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If they want ta preach and are not within reach
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They may say anything that they like
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Say anything that they like
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Welcome To Try
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| Gordon Lightfoot |
