I pull this blanket up over my shoulder
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I stoke the fire
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I check my gun again
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There's the hounds a'baying
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Up over the mountain
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By the way they sound I can tell they've found my tracks again
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There are some roads I wish I'd travelled
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There are some trains I wish that I had rode
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There are some bridges I wish I'd burned, Lord
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There are some women I wish I'd never known
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Last night I slept in some old holler
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A muddy river rolled by my side
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When I woke up I had a fever
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For in the night I dreamt that I had died
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There are some roads I wish I'd travelled
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There are some trains I wish that I had rode
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There are some bridges I wish I'd burned, Lord
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There are some women I wish I'd never known
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So I'm goin' back down off this mountain
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I'm goin' to turn myself in today
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She'll be cryin' by the scaffold
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When the hangman calls out my name
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There are some roads I wish I'd travelled
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There are some trains I wish that I had rode
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There are some women I did not know, Lord
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And I wish now, she was one of them
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Some Roads
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
