Traveling in Place The weeds grow high. The fields grow long. i’ve lost track of the miles The folks ‘round here got nothing to spare but the feed me with their smiles. The sun goes down. The moon comes up. I feel their shine on my face. I’m on the lonesome road. My head’s been traveling in place. i’ve got big dreams. They’re sewn in my the seams of …
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