(Mary Gauthier)
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Born a bastard child in New Orleans
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to a woman I've never seen
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I don't know if she ever held me
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All I know is that she let go of me
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I passed thru like thunder
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I passed thru like rain
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Passed out from under
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Good-bye could have been my family name
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Every time I settle down it happens
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I get a restless feeling I can't control
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I hit the wall, then I hit the highway
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I've got the curse of a gypsy on my soul
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So I move thru like thunder
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I move through like rain
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Moving out from under
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Good-bye could have been my family name
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I can't break free of the winds that blow me
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They roll in like a Gulf Coast Hurricane
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I'd love to stay now but I don't know how
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Hold me honey till I'm gone again
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When it's time to leave forever
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I pray the Lord don't take me slow.
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I don't know where I'm going
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I just wanna say good-bye and go
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And I'll move thru like thunder
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Push thru like rain
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Pushing out from under
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Good-Bye
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Mary Gauthier |