If I ever get to Saginaw again,
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A locale that's somewhat off the beaten track.
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Get to see the girl I never saw again
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Who must know why I have never ventured back.
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We were young,
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And so alive
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And now I wonder if she'd cling to me,
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Become my very own as she did then,
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If I ever get to Saginaw again.
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If I ever get to Saginaw again,
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It won't be in Spring with meadows turning green.
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It won't be to tangle with the law again.
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And it won't be with someone one only seventeen,
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Who gave her love,
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And made me hers.
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And when you find the one you're dreaming of
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Who thinks to ask, "How old is love?",
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Not "when"
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You may never get to Saginaw again.
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If I ever get to Saginaw again
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I will get to see son who bears my name.
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And perhaps I'll quietly withdraw again
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When I see the little man that he became.
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And how I yearn
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To watch him grow.
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A father's love is maybe all it takes
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To not repeat those sad mistakes of men
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If I ever get to Saginaw again
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If I Ever Get To Saginaw Again
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