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of the clan
With runrig in his very soul and nowhere left to stand 
Now me I'm just a highland boy and cottar was my trade
He'd seen me at Kildoanan when
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my hand
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
Then you touched my life
Just by holding my hand
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me 
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my
This is my same old coat
These are my same old shoes
It was the same old me
With the same old blues

Oh, then you touched my life
Just by
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me 
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my
This is my same old coat
These are my same old shoes 
It was the same old me
With the same old blues

Oh, then you touched my life
Just by
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
Take you back to a cotton field
In the heart of Louisiana
Little boy about nine years old
Sings a song in the heat of the day
Mama cried when her
Two little boys and an old family dog
By the banks of a stream sat one day
The boys decided old rover must die
A nuisance well out of the way
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
This is my same old coat 
These are my same old shoes 
It was the same old me
With a same old blues
Oh, then you touched my life
Just by holding
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my
This is my same old coat 
These are my same old shoes 
It was the same old me
With a same old blues
Oh, then you touched my life
Just by holding
good to a boy with mud on his feet
And I'm wishing these days I could strip to my soul
And go for a dip in the old swimmin' hole

A symbol of our
good to a boy with mud on his feet
And I'm wishing these days I could strip to my soul
And go for a dip in the old swimmin' hole

A symbol of our
With our friends at the old country church

As a small country boy, how my heart beat with joy
When I knelt in the old country church
And the Savior
old friends stood closely by
Friends of mine stand by me it's my time

It's my time it's my time it's my time
It's my time to cry oh oh oh it's my
Henry Pond had no fun
Had a face like a currant bun
This adolescent little fella
Was nicknamed by his friends "Old Yella"

The doctors gave him
full of spring

As the days grew old
And the nights passed into time
And the weeks and years took wind
Gentle boy, tender girl
Their love remained still
So here's to you my ramblin' boy may all your ramblin' bring you joy
He was a man and a friend always he stuck by me in the hard old days
He never
were full of spring

As the days grew old
And the nights passed into time
And the weeks and years took wing 
Gentle boy, tender girl
Their love
Henry Pond had no fun
Had a face like a currant bun
This adolescent little fella
Was nicknamed by his friends "Old Yella"

The doctors gave him
The Real Old Mountain Dew
Beside a hill there is a still,
Where the smoke runs up to the sky;
You ean always tell by the whiff and the smell
That

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