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Well I got on in Bristol, by the old Virgina line

With a suitcase full of dreams

And a brand new spendin' dime

I had a full bouquet of music

Wrapped in pretty words

Singin' songs sent down from heaven

On the wings of a speckled bird

Wings of a speckled bird

I heard a guitar and a fiddle

Banjo and mandolin

An old man opened up the door

And told me, "Come on in"

He took my ticket, then he told me

Bring what it is you do

'Cause that's how you'll be remembered

When you're travelin' days are through

When you're travelin' days are through

They came from the hills and mountains

The valleys and the plains

Some were kind and gentle

And some too wild to tame

A string of fearless hearts

On an endless ball of twine

It's the same old train

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