Oh the neon lights were flashing and the icy wind did blow
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The water seeped into his shoes and the drizzle turned to snow
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His eyes were red his hopes were dead and the wine was running low
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And the old man came home from the forest
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His tears fell on the sidewalk as he stumbled to the street
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A dozen faces stopped to stare but no one stopped to speak
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For his castle was a hallway and the bottle was his friend
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And the old man stumbled in from the forest
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[ ac.guitar ]
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Up a dark and dingy staircase the old man made his way
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His ragged coat around him as upon his cot he lay
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And he wondered how it happened that he'd ended up this way
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Getting lost like a fool in the forest
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And as he lay there sleeping a vision did appear
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Upon his mantle shining the face of one so dear
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Who'd loved him in the springtime of a long forgotten year
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When the wildflowers did bloom in the forest
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[ harmonica ]
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She touched his grizzled fingers as she called him by his name
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And then he heard the joyful sound of children at their games
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In an old house on a hillside in some forgotten town
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Where the river runs down from the forest
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With a mighty roar the big jet soars above the canyon streets
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And the con men con but life goes on for the city never sleeps
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But to an old forgotten soldier the dawn will come no more
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For the old man has come home from the forest
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Home From The Forest
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Harlan Howard |