I'm a leavin' on the morning railroad
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in the drizzlin' darkness of the rain
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and I hear with every wheel a turning
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secrets sounding of your name.
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And your eyes will taste of the flowers
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your lips of the morning dew
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and your hair will taste of the meadow
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and all the world will taste of you.
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I can't tell the reason why I'm leaving
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I don't know just what I'm heading for
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I just know with every mile I wander
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I'm needing you another mile more.
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*chorus*
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Oh if you never get my letter
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you know your memory will stay
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with every song that I am singing
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with every word that I say.
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*chorus*
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I'll carry your picture in my pocket
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when times are good or times are bad
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and if I chance to meet another
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it won't take away the good times that
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singin' all the world will taste of you.
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Your Eyes Will Taste Of The Flowers
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| Phil Ochs |
