Down the road there was a man walking, walking
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Knapsack round his back radio talking, talking
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And his blue suede shoes are covered in mud, but it no matter cause the boys on the run
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He's the wanderer looking for his long lost home
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He's only got one place to go
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He's wandering and wondering when to go home
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He's not alone, not alone, not alone
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Feet been walking for a thousand years, trying to drive away those fears, but no
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Well then he picked up and then he went down south
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Dad said nothing and mom shut her mouth
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Well, he never thought too much, just thought he could heal with his touch
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For those who need help and more love
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And when love came around I heard the sound
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Wanderers wandering all round the town
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But no, they go
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He's the wanderer looking for his long lost home
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He's only got one place to go
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He's wandering and wondering when to go home
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He's not alone, not alone, not alone
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Hey, he's the wanderer looking for his long lost home
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He's only got one fine place to go
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He's wandering wondering when to go home
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He's not alone, not alone, not alone
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We wan wan wandered along, grabbed our friends and we move along
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We won won won the war, grabbed our guns and we ran for the door
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(repeat)
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The Wanderer
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| O.A.R. (Of A Revolution) |
