My name is Robert Wilson,
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I'm from Eau Claire, Wisconsin.
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I've been living out of a
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suitcase now for fourteen days...
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I walked the boulevard in Hollywood,
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I caught a Vegas show that was no good --
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Met a dancer there that starred in a broadway play.
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But it's a lonely world from this Greyhound,
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Believe me, I've been here fourteen days.
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Three thousand miles,
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I've been here fourteen days,
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Three thousand miles...
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Now twenty-one is as good a guess as any age that I'd confess to,
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Let's just say I'm old enough to get away.
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Back in school, I found the only written truth
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On bathroom stalls and telephone booths.
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I studied awhile, but college got in my way.
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I've learned much more from the back of this Greyhound,
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Believe me, I've been here fourteen days.
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Three thousand miles,
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I've come a long, long way,
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Three thousand miles...
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Have you seen?
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The world outside is turning --
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And it's yours --
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we were put here for the learning.
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People talk to themselves on Greyhounds,
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Even the driver strains to hear
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They tell the same forgotten story --
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Will it fall on forgetful ears?
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Down in Houston on comes this woman
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With two kids and a bottle of booze,
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And she cracked them both like match heads
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Whenever they ventured too close to her fuse.
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And I sat with a girl from Boston,
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Playing cards for cigarettes.
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I lost her name with the poker game,
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But her face I will never forget --
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You never forget the view from these windows,
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Believe me, I've been here fourteen days...
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Three thousand miles,
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I've come a long, long way,
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Three thousand miles...
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3,000 Miles
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| Ellis Paul |
