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A Drifter Till I Die
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A Drifter Till I Die |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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A Drifter Till I Die I was born with wanderlust, There's nothing wrong with that- The place I'm known, to call my home, Is where I hang my hat. I've been a lot of places- I've seen a lot of sights. And I've known a lot of dreary days, A lot of lonely nights. I'd have to say it's worth it- The price is not too high... I'll hitch my wagon to a star- Beneath that western sky. I'll travel round the country- With my bag and my guitar. Drinking coffee from a can- Beside my roadside fire. I doubt you'll ever tame me- No need to even try... I'll spend my life out on the road- A drifter till I die. |
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RSWells Member Elite
since 2001-06-17
Posts 2533 |
Ah, to be so free costs so little and Lord knows we pay the price not movin' on. Enjoyed |
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