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Ian Moore
Ian Moore
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Moore
Ian Moore
Composer

Lyrics

Well my body’s dull and tired but my eyes are bright to see
So many towns they know my name, call me out into the night
Well Memphis and Wilmington, should i go to New Orleans?
All I know is I won’t pass this way again.
From the Hills of Caroline i wandered round the wasted south
But the evils are united passing off their poison lies
As they steal what they don’t need
From the mouths of honest men
Then i know that I won’t pass this way again
So don’t tell me that I’m wrong when my heart is on my sleeve
I’ve got no time for pleasantries or conversations
When a truth so bare and simple is laid for every man to see
Then i know that i won’t pass this way again
Well they say that every man has a birthright to his name
But the hearst a lonely hunter that love’s nothing but his own
And until their eyes are open and the union’s on it’s knees
Well i know that i won’t pass this way again
Written by: Ian Moore
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