Walk with Me

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By John Moore

I was walkin Walkin down the road My head it was hot But my feet they were cold So keep your feet dry Free from viscous mold And hang your head high You’ve come too far to fold And I keep on walkin Walking down the road Lookin for a someone Someone to-o hold Common there lassie Come and walk with me Walk until your sorrow is a distant memory So keep your feet dry Free from viscous mold And hang your head high You’ve come too far to fold This road keeps on wonderin A wondern far and wide But it don’t seem so far With your feet by my side So keep your feet dry Free from viscous mold And hang your head high You’ve come too far to fold Now we’re walking Walking down this road Hand in hand And growin’ old

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