I’ve travelled the land<br />
With a guitar in my hand<br />
And an eye ever open for some fun<br />
I’ve made some mistakes<br />
Had my share of the breaks<br />
Seen the boys on the make and on the bum<br />
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Chorus:<br />
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Run for home run as fast as I can<br />
Oh-oh running man running for home<br />
Run for home run as fast as I can<br />
Oh-oh running man running for home<br />
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I’ve seen all the frowns<br />
On the faces of the clowns<br />
And the downs that they take just to be free<br />
And I’ve seen all the girls<br />
In their pretty frocks and curls<br />
But it don’t mean a lot to me<br />
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Chorus<br />
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And I’ve been to the places in town<br />
Where the faces hang round<br />
Just to stare at each other<br />
I’ve looned with them screamed at the moon<br />
Behaved like a buffoon but I soon discovered<br />
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Repeat Chorus until fade