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Well I made my way from Asheville Livin in the Georgia Pines Worked my way to Alabama Didn't even make a dime Well I wish I was right there with you In my brand my new shirt and shoes Talking about our next move Thinking about these blues Well if I had a thousand dollars I'd fly home to you Take you to the smarmy river take you on a trip for two Well I'm sad lonesome rattled Money's almost spent Thinking about my baby Forgot to pay the rent Can't you see that little bird flying from pine to pine He's mourning for his true love just like I mourn for mine Too many motel rooms from bar to bar I go Ain't paying a cent here how about a drink before the show I'm feeling weary weary to the bone Everyone looks so cheery Me I'm all alone Well I'm sad lonesome rattled money's almost spent Thinking about my baby Forgot to pay the rent Walk out on the busy street no one knows my name Feel so defeated everyone acts the same Well if I had wings I'd fly away home Just to see my darling my mother back home
Writer(s): Ryan Boldt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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