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Sunday, February 19, 2012
Monday Morning Blues; Call of the Road
Doc Watson § Call of the Road
When I was a boy, I had to know what I would find just over the hill
And while still a lad, I had to go, and so you see I'm rambling still
Life's golden cup, was filled for me, with happiness and measures untold,
But I left the one who cared for me, a treasure worth so much more than gold.
Young men that roam, take heed to this, the call of the road can be so unkind.
It will lead you on like a fickle kiss, and a wasted life is all that you'll ever find.
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