LYRIC

Crying on your shoulder, I'm headed for Boulder
Rather take the train; got no money to pay
Sleep in a boarding house, soup in a can
Wayward winds they blow me, here and there were the same
Sleep in a boarding house, soup in a can
Wayward winds they blow me, here and there were the same

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