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Big Drift Away

(john fiddler)



Thinkin' about my past, and i can't help myself

Feelin' like an unwritten book sitting on the author's shelf

Let the printer set the type, 'n even roll the press

Writer, write your story and get me outta this mess!



All of the prophecies written in the fortune stars

Race through my mind in anarchy like railroads of colliding cars

I live like a mirage, and i live like a dream

Many people think that they know me, but they're only outside lookin' in



'n i've been travelling, travelling for so long

I've been travelling, travelling for so long

I've been travelling, travelling for so long

I've been travelling, travelling for so long



So you can't turn my pages or read between my lines

Till the birds have fled their cages 'n there ain't no more gold to find

Let the fiddler play until the break o' day

Hand me that bottle boys and let me drift away



Big drift away!!!



I've been travelling, travelling for so long

I've been travelling, travelling for so long

I've been travelling, travelling for so long

I've been travelling, travelling for so long

I've been travelling, travelling for so long

I've been travelling, travelling for so long

I've been travelling, travelling for so long

I've been travelling, travelling for so long



Big drift away!!!

Big Drift Away /

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