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Running from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays the guitar, I pick a banjo now.
Oh the north country winters keep a getting me down,
And I lost my money playing poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't a turning back and living that old life no more.
Chorus
Second fiddle break
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Walking to the south, out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly, had a nice long toke.
But he's a heading west to the Cumberland Gap,
to Johnson City, Tennessee.
Now I gotta get a move on before the sun.
I hear my baby calling and I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh, at least I will die free.
Chorus
Outro
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