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1.
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Last night a
coyote howled in
the meadow |
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And a train
whistle echoed
down the hill |
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There was a
rustling in the
leaves that
stirred up my
memories |
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They played me
that old traveling
song |
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And I wished
that I was Already
Gone |
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2.
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This morning
geese flew low
past my window |
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They were
winging their way
to the south |
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They did not
have much to say
but they pointed
out the way |
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They showed me
deep snow won't be
long |
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And I wished
that I was Already
Gone |
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I don't want to
spend another
winter-without-end |
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Here in this
northern prairie
town |
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It's warm down
Tucson way. I
think I'll head on
out today |
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Next year maybe,
I'll be back
around |
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Next year,
I'll be back
around |
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3.
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There's a tear
in your eye as you
watch me |
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Stuff my clothes
in a dirty duffle
bag |
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There's a fire
in your kiss that
I know I'm gonna
miss |
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But this
rambler's gotta
keep moving on |
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And I wish that
I was Already
Gone |
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coda
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Yeah, this
rambler's gotta
keep moving on |
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And I wish that
I was Already
Gone |
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Additional /
optional bridge
from Three
for the Road |
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I don't want to
spend another
winter-without-end |
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Here in this
northern prairie
town. |
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It's warm out in
L. A.. I think
I'll head out
there today |
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Next year maybe,
I'll be back
around. |
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Next year maybe,
I'll be back
around. |
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Optional coda: |
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coda
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Yeah, this old
boy's gotta keep
moving on |
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And I wish that
I was Already
Gone. |
