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The philosophy to all the walking
Is not to get me on my feet
Do you have it in your heart
To keep open your arms until the last bell toll rings?
Down the way, there is a pen
Someone left it for me
Spare no grandeur for your dead
All I ask is that you visit on a foggy morning
I never left much room in bed
Whether from you or Alabama
I'll walk home knowing the truth
