The Traveling Kind

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We don't all die young to save our spark 

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From the ravag-es of time 

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But the first and last to leave their mark 

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Some-day be-come the traveling kind 


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In the wind are names of po-ets past 

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Some were friends of yours and mine 

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And to those un-sung we lift our glass 

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May their songs be-come the traveling kind 


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We were born to brave this tilted world 
  
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With our hearts laid on the line 

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Be it way crossed boy or red dirt girl 

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The song be-comes the traveling kind 


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There are mountains worth their weight in gold 

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Mere mortals dare not climb 

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Come ye tipsy sainted sin-ners both  

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And claim them for the traveling kind 

  
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When the music slowly starts to fade 

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Into the light's last soft decline 

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Let us lie down in that evening shade 

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And rest a mooing the traveling kind 
    
  
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And the song goes on for the traveling kind