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I was born in the south land |
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Twenty some odd years ago |
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I ran away for the first time |
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When I was three years old |
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I'm a free born man |
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My home is on my back |
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I know every inch of highway |
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Every foot of backroad |
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Every mile of railroad track |
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Well I got this old guitar |
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Well I carry it in an old tote sack |
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Well I hawked it about a hundred times but |
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I always get it back |
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I'm a free born man |
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My home is on my back |
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I know every inch of highway |
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Every foot of backroad |
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Every mile of railroad track |
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Well you may not like my appearance |
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An' you may not like my song |
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Well you may not like the way |
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I talk But you like the way |
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I'm gone I'm a free born man |
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My home is on my back |
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I know every inch of highway |
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Every foot of backroad |
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Every mile of railroad track |
