A bluebird a wingin' his lonely way south
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Tryin' to escape from the cold and the drought
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He's all alone in the cold grey sky fly little bluebird fly fly fly
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North wind a blowing oh so cold poor little bird is so brave and so bold
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He just keeps a flying for a southern sky his only hope is to fly fly fly
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Well he's not the only one that's on that trail this old boy he just projail
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Always a runnin' always afraid the good Lord above knows I've paid paid paid
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Train whistle moaning oh so low and I don't even know where to go
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I'll just keep a following the rising sun my only hope is to run run run
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Well I was like to give up and turn myself in
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But they would only bury me under the pen
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So I'll keep a running until the day I die
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The thought of this it makes me wanna cry cry cry
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Train whistle moaning...
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Run
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| Stonewall Jackson |
