(Paul Cotton)
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As the moon goes fading
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He lies awake waiting
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For a break in the night
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When he makes he's lonely flight
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And it's the same old story
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Somebody bound for glory
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And somewhere in my life
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I swear it had to belong
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I've been countin' the stars
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As they come on through the bars
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And I've been heard singin'
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A sad man's song
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It's time for busting
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Out of this jail
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And get me a gun
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No time for bail
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And I've been here too many nights too long
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And now I wonder if
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They'll find me tonight
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I've been sleepin' in the day
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Runnin' below the pale moonlight
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Hidin' in a canebrake
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From a man I can't seem to shake
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And in my head
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I'm hearing a southern song
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Mississippi,
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Roll on in my brain
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And keep me sheltered
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In the summer rain
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I could never stay here too many nights too long
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And now I wonder if
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They'll find me tonight
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I've been sleepin' in the day
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Runnin' below the pale moonlight
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Escondido en un canaveral
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De un hombre que no puedo ver
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Y el hombre, escondido
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De donde sera
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Mississippi,
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Roll on in my brain
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And keep me sheltered
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In the summer rain
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I could never stay here too many nights too long
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I could never stay here too many nights too long
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TOO MANY NIGHTS TOO LONG
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| Poco |
