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Intro

Maybe Anchorage

maybe Colorado

One old thing’s for sure… leavin’ tomorrow

I’m feelin’ older… older than my years

I been ripped open… and I’m way, beyond tears

 These four walls… feelin’… more like bars… these days

Apalacha… she’s… callin’ out my name

Gotta hear the dulcimer’s cry

Singin’ songs… about the old days

And I won’t remember your name

Every time I close my eyes… your face… is all I see

 It’s all I see

 And I’m gone… Gone… leavin’ here

 And I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

 And I’m gone… gone… I’m… leavin’ here… I’m gone

Packin’ up the U-Haul and I’m… gone

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Maybe Anchorage… maybe Colorado