by Stephen Stills
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I met two kind people on the road
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I was parched and dry from the cold
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I've been traveling four days and nights, sir
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and I do want to thank you for the ride
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and the soup your wife made tasted fine
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if it's all the same, I'll be on my way at the next turn
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and Im three miles shy from my town
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And my baby is waiting, I hope, sir
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After fifteen trucks and an old Ford
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and the government madness... I ran away
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and I hate to say, I can't tell you my name
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'cause I'm four days gone into running
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I can't even go home
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Take my baby and run
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I got reason to live
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I got things I can give
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And I'm four days gone into running
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Four Days Gone
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| Buffalo Springfield |
