.Born and raised
In a motel in New Orleans
I ran away
with a hobo and his gypsy friends
We rode a freight train up to Cleveland
Across the Utah plains
Proud men, troubadours torn and frayed
Sleeping under the stars
While gently strumming guitars
Played the songs of.
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