So we packed our bags and headed for the north seaThere was eric, brian, freaky pete, charlie, frankie lee and meI was feeling homesick but I was in good companyWe went sailing
We came ashore long before the fighting brokeSaw the sign and headed for the big smokeWe met an old woman of the roads, she said "this life is but a joke"But we kept on trucking
I'm always thinking, I'm thinkingI'm thinking how much I think about it allWhile you're just dreaming, just dreaming, just dreamingHad you dreamt it all
But I'm the one who's fallenThe one you hearHere calling across your floorHere I go again feeling low down
I'll never know, but then I came from the wrong side of townWe were like the lonesome outlawsWe would go which way the wind did blowDown the open trail that nobody knows
Sometimes it gets lonesomeBut there you go feeling low down
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