Backwoods killer from a river town
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A mixed up kid that let his hair hang down
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High school rebel, he's always been bad
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And his poor old man's still wond'ring 'bout the lad
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But he's gone, gone away to find his fortune.
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There's a long-haired lady lookin' for a home
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With her young son, he'd left them both alone
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And his black-haired lover's got a broken heart
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'Cause her lonely boy just won't play the part
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'Cause he's gone, gone away to find his fortune.
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And it's been a long, long way
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From that little town to L.A.
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And I can't turn around
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Ladies, I'm gone, gone away to find my fortune.
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A restless nature fed my crazy dreams
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So I packed my bags in a big limousine
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laughed at the people who were laughin' at me
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Laughed and said I'm gonna be what I be
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And I'm gone, gone away to find my fortune.
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Find My Fortune
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Reo Speedwagon |