I’ve crossed rivers and oceans,
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The sunshine and rain,
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Driving that lonesome crooked road.
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Guess I’m searching for something
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I lost long away,
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Looking for a lover and a song.
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I don’t know where I’ll be come tomorrow
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Or tonight where I’ll rest my weary head.
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But somewhere down the line I’ll find some peace of mind,
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Settle down and start my life again.
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Most nights find me sleepless,
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Stay up ‘till the dawn,
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My mind dancing like the shadows on the wall.
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And I’ve got holes in all my pockets,
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Holes in my old blue jeans,
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And each town scrapes a little off my soul.
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I don’t know where I’ll be come tomorrow
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Or tonight where I’ll rest my weary head.
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But somewhere down the line I’ll find some peace of mind,
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Settle down and start my life again,
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Settle down and start it all again.
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And if I find a woman, would she hold me tight?
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Would she shelter me from the cold?
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Would she try and bound me to some ordinary life?
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Wrap my heart and steal my soul.
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I don’t know where I’ll be come tomorrow
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Or tonight where I’ll rest my weary head.
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But somewhere down the line I’ll find some peace of mind,
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Settle down and start my life again,
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Settle down and start it all again.
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Come Tomorrow
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| Andrew Combs |
