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If you find yourself walking 

down 

These same old crooked streets

Down

the same old crooked dreams 

With

A mind that won't keep still

And 

All you can feel is boots upon the road

But 

not in a hurry to say that it's home 

When 

You're so far away but everything's close

And

Your pocket watch broken but it never shows

When all you have is 

You're clothes in a sack 

 you're guitar on your back 

Following the tracks out of town 

Yeah

You're clothes in a sack

You're guitar on your back

Making tracks out of town

Yeah

I just might 

I might come back