It's the season of the golden leaves
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When the wind turns into a bitter breeze
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I was walking thru the oak leaves on the hill
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With my lady, oh she's got a strong will
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And I see her thru these ever-clouded eyes
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This time it's goodbye and I can't answer why
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Maybe it's because I ain't quite shy of running yet
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Or maybe it's because I'm the hometown boy in the spotlight
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But my roots ain't in the ground
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They're on the road
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Settle down was all I ever heard from her
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"If you cared," she said, "you would weigh my words"
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But my life doesn't ride on the factory road
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Baby, don't ask me why, I can't even pretend to know
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They're On The Road
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| Reo Speedwagon |
