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Bachman Turner Overdrive Bachman Turner Overdrive Ii

Goodbye, hard life Don't cry, would you let it ride? Goodbye, hard life Don't cry, would you let it ride? You can see the mornin', but I can see the

I get up early in the morning And rush to catch a plane I'm going to live inside my suitcase Back on the road again Big stage and bright lights Try to

Tramp Have you got a quarter for me Tramp I'll even take a dime anytime Standing on a corner Living in the street I got to make a living From the people

I was raised, born and bred in a prairie town When a dark eyed woman, really made me, feeling sound We both had fun in our younger years Well, I remember