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I'm leaving this morning : with my clothes in my hand
I won't stop to wandering : till I find my man
I'm sitting here wondering : will a matchbox hold my clothes
I've got a *sun to beat* : I'll be farther beyond the road
I went up on the mountain : turned my face to the sky
I heard the wind say : it said mama please don't die
I turned around : looked into my right hand
Well I looked there to see : if I was closer to my man
Lord look a‑yonder people : my love had been refused
That's the reason why : mama's got the lost wandering blues
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