| He was standin' by the highway
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| With a sign that just said «mother»
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| When he heard a driver comin'
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| 'bout a half a mile away
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| Then he held the sign up higher
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| Where no decent soul could miss it
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| It was ten degrees or colder
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| Down by bolder dam that day
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| He was raised up in milwaukee
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| Though he never was that famous
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| He was just a road musician
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| To the taverns he would go
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| Singin' songs about the ramblin'
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| The lovin' girls and gamblin'
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| How the world fell on his shoulders
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| Back in boulder I don’t know
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| It was out in arizona
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| That he heard the lady listenin'
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| To each word that he was sayin'
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| To each line that he would write
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| So he sat down by her table and
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| They talked about the weather
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| Ninety-eight point six and risin'
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| Down by boulder dam that day
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| And she told him she would take him
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| For a ride in the mornin' sun
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| Back in boulder he had told her
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| «i don’t know when I had a better friend»
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| Now he’s traded off his martin
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| But his troubles are not over
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| For his feet are almost frozen
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| And the sun is sinkin' low
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| Won’t you listen to me brother
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| If you ever loved your mother
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| Please pull off on the shoulder
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| If you’re goin' milwaukee way
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| It’s ten degrees and getting colder
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| Down by boulder dam today |