High up in the mountains cutting the timbers down
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All I do from dusk to dawn is follow that mule around
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I had no intentions of staying away this long
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But I guess I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone
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Picked peaches down in Georgia, cotton in Tennessee
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Trying to make a livin's going to be the death of me
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So if you want to find me just look where the wind has blown
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Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone
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Go find another fella if you want to
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I won't say you ever done me wrong
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This of heart ain't nothing to hold onto
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Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone
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[Instrumental]
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Up here in these tall pines leanin' into the wind
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Doing my best to catch my breath 'till I hit the road again
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The only thing I know how to do is keep on rambling on
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I guess I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone
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Go find another fella if you want to
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I won't say you ever done me wrong
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This of heart ain't nothing to hold onto
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Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone
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There's a great big shade tree shadowing the stones
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Where I want you to lay me down to rest my weary bones
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There ain't really nowhere else in this earth I belong
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Guess I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone
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Go find another fella if you want to
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I won't say you ever done me wrong
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This of heart ain't nothing to hold onto
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Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone
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Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone
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[Instrumental to end]
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'Til I'm Dead And Gone
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| Randy Travis |
