Travelled

(альбом: Indelibly Stamped - 1971)

Travelled the world a million ways
Catching upon a familiar gaze
Everyone lives by do or die
There's no one with time to laugh or cry
There's no one to tell us what we're living for

And though I try to be a good man
I just know that I'll be losing very soon
And there are times and there are motions
When I do believe I'm going out of tune, oh

Now I've been around a long, long while
Looking for sun to make me smile
But still multiply their daily bread
They're thinking there lies good times ahead
It must be a mighty funny way to feel

And though I try to be a good man
I keep finding out there's nowhere to begin
And so I think I'll go on singing
And in time I hope that we can all join in, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la
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