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|    carlbaron to steve s    |
|    Re: trying to find a song from 1960s ame    |
|    19 Jun 07 07:14:56    |
      From: c.b.baronSPAM@FREEatt.net              steve s wrote:       > bruce murdoch       >       >       >> i've been a rambler all my romping roving days       >> a railway boy with nothing more to do       >       > my people waved farewell somewheres down the road       > a hobos' friend, I'm only passing thru...       >       from the Digital Tradition:              Rompin' Rovin' Days       Bruce Murdoch              Hey, I've been a rambler all my rompin' rovin' days       A railway boy with nothin' for to do       My people waved farewell somewheres down the road       For hobos, friend, are only passin' through.              Now I've seen every city from San Marcos in the south       To the concrete fenced-in walls of New York town       And everywhere I go my name nobody wants to know       And the talkin' seems to stop when I'm around.              Now all in my life I've been quickly cast aside       Though my handshake never meant less than your own       If there's any which way for to fully understand       Then tell me 'cause I'd surely like to know.              For every mile I rode a freight train, I walked a city block       Gazin' through the windows at the goods I couldn't buy       But the thing that hurts me most is when I'm wanderin' alone       And no one cares enough to ask me why.              Hey, I've been a rambler all my rompin' rovin' days       A railway boy with nothin' for to do       My people waved farewell somewheres down the road       For hobos, friend, are only passin' through.                     (c) Bruce Murdoch/Nina Music              Carl              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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