Movin' On from Lonesome Shadow by Timothy Rye

Well, I packed up all my bags
I gotta be moving on (refrain)
II got blood on my hands
(refrain)
I’ll walk that narrow road
(refrain)
Leavin’ before the break of dawn
(refrain)

I was born to ramble all across this land

Don’t you cry no tears for me
(refrain)
I don’t need your sympathy
(refrain)
I’m as restless as can be
(refrain)
You better pray fervently

I was born to ramble all across this land

Well, I’m back in the saddle
I’ll be travelin’ far
To the land where death reigns, reigns as the law
It’s flint, powder, tooth and claw
I can’t escape the lives I’ve taken, they’ll be my downfall

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