When I was a boy, the moon was a pearl the sun a yellow gold.
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But when I was a man, the wind blew cold the hills were upside down.
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But now that I have gone from here there's no place I'd rather be
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than to float my chances on the tide Back in the good old world.
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On October's last I'll fly back home rolling down winding way.
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Scare crows are all dressed in rags out at the edge of the field I lay
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and all I've got's a pocket full of flowers on my grave.
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Oh but summer is gone I remember it best
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Back in the good old world.
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Back In The Good Old World (Gypsy)
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Tom Waits |