This Old Town

This old town
Has got me worried
I’m the one
Who’s feeling down
I should stay
Ah what’s the hurry
I’m packing up and leaving town

Each passing day
Only means more trouble
Got no bread
With the winter comin’
Damn my mood
That got me runnin’
I’m packin up and leavin’ town
I’m packin up and leavin’ town

Layin’ round
A smolderin’ fire
Sparks that rise
Into the sky
Thinkin’ back
On some old lover
The fire died
Late one night
Old hobo say
Son, what’s the worry
If I knew
Hey, I’d surely say
Damn my mood
That got me runnin’
I’m packin up and drift away

I’m packin up and drift away

I’m packin up and drift away

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