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| BACKFIELDS HERE I STAND OUT IN THE BACKFIELDS ON MY OWN - NO ONE BY MY SIDE THERE'S A CAMPFIRE DOWN BY THE RIVER OLD SANTA FE IS RUMBLIN' DOWN THE LINE JUST ANOTHER NIGHT IN THE BACKFIELDS I CAN FEEL A CHILL - DOWN TO MY BONES I START TO THINK ABOUT THOSE CROWDED STREETS WHILE I SPEND ANOTHER NIGHT ALL ALONE OH - YOU KNOW - SOMETIMES I WONDER ABOUT THE PEOPLE LIKE ME OUT IN THE COLD WITH A BLANKET FOR A BED AND A BACKPACK FOR MY HEAD OH - AND IT'S A HARD WAY TO GO (FLUTE) (SLIDE GUITAR) WAKIN' UP OUT IN THE BACKFIELDS THE CITY CLOUDS THE EASTERN SKY I START THINKIN' ABOUT THAT WOMAN YOU KNOW I LOVE HER BUT I SWEAR I DON'T KNOW WHY ANOTHER DAY IN THE BACKFIELDS I CAN FEEL A CHILL DOWN TO MY BONES SOON I'LL BE WALKIN' ON THOSE - CROWDED STREETS TILL I SPEND ANOTHER NIGHT ALL ALONE |
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