I thought I heard a blackbird sing up on bluebird hill
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call me a whining boy if you will
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born where the sun don’t shine and I don’t deny my name
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got no place to go ain’t that a shame
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thought I heard that casey whistle moaning sweet and low
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thought i heard that casey when she blowed
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down where the sun don’t shine underneath the kokamo
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whining boy got no place to go
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so many roads I tell you , so many roads I know
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so many roads , so many roads
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mountain high to river wide, so many roads I know
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so many roads, so many roads
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thought I heard a jug band playing if you know who else will
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over on the far side of the hill
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all I know the sun don’t shine and the rain refuse to fall
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you don’t seem to hear when I call
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wind inside and the wind outside jingling the window blinds
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wonder why you treat me so unkind
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down where the sun don’t shine, lonely and I call your name
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no place to go ain’t that a shame
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New York to San Francisco so many roads I know
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all I want is one to lead me home
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from the high road to the low so many roads I know
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so many roads, so many roads
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from the land of the midnight sun where the ice blue roses grow
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along those roads of gold and silver snow
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blowin’ high and moaning low so many roads I know
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so many roads to ease my soul
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so many roads to ease my soul
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so many roads to ease my soul
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so many roads to ease my soul
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so many roads so many roads
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So Many Roads
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| Grateful Dead |
