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The Roadshow
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The wind blows cold through the
mountain pass,
We're on our way home.
Each step we take might be our last,
We're on our way home.
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We're climbing now through Newfound Gap,
We're on our way home.
Our rations, they are down to scraps,
We're on our way home.
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Though it's April, its so very cold,
We're on our way home.
We left so young, we're returnin' old,
We're on our way home.
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The year is 1865,
We're on our way home.
We are all just barely alive,
We're on our way home.
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The war between the blue and grey,
We're on our way home.
I couldn't last another day,
We're on our way home.
We're on our way home.
We're on our way home.
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