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Well I'm sitting in church
 
In an old wooden chair
 
I knew nobody
 
Would look for me there
 
Sorrow and pity
 
Follow me to the ground
 
If they didn't
 
I might be drowned
 
Once I had a pretty girl
 
She done me wrong
 
Now I'm marching to the city 
 
And the road ain't long
 
 
Now east is east
 
And west is west
 
Who knows
 
Which is best
 
Now the weak get weaker
 
And the strong stay strong
 
The nights get bleaker
 
But there's still birdsong
 
Once I had a pretty girl
 
She done me wrong
 
Now I'm marching to the city 
 
And the road ain't long
 
 
The dark gets deeper
 
And the deep gets dark
 
Sometimes I feel
 
Like a meadowlark
 
Once I had a pretty girl
 
She done me wrong
 
Now I'm marching to the city 
 
And the road ain't long
 
 
 
 
 

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