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Ode To Dad
I am not one to drink
But I always did think
That as a man who is on the rove
I away like a hot meal from the stove
Dads Cherry Tree
There was a large cherry tree in my yard
This tree t’was my dad ‘s favorite
And as the cherry tree grew up to thy sky
He did have a decision
I Will Go
I will go and I will roam
To go and go and not to know
Which way which way to go
They will know only when I get home
Ballad Of Tho Oca Trail
I once did go and I did roam
Across hills and the land
Of Westchester I went and thought to go
Along the river sand
A Busker's Delight
I was going down town to play
In the month of May
To Busk I was a going
And with my guitar I was playing
The Ballad Of A Roaming Bicylist
Their once was man from Westbury town
Who did like to roam
To go Here there every where and go
And Roam he did roam
Freedom Ain'T Another Word For Nothin Left To Lose
And as I go forth on the next boxcar
The blues I have is greater than the star
That shines in the north sky
The one that shines so no more may die
Tea Bag Blues
I man whose motor is always going
Always thin always moving
Standing up for what is right
Hoping to get in a argument not a fight
Ode To The Wobblies
I am decent college student
Who does like to roam
To travel many a mile around
And to go and go

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