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I hear songs on the radio
They might be fast or they might be slow
But every song they play's got me thinkin' 'bout you
I see a fella walkin' down the street
He looks at me and he smiles real sweet
But he don't matter to me
'Cause I'm thinkin' 'bout you

I keep puttin' off my letters hopin' tomorrow will bring better news
Of what's to come my darlin'
I know it's so hard for you to sit while I try and do
The things I am I'm not a man
So I'll kick up the dust while I wonder through the fields that I must
Knowin' all the time that I'm just
Walkin' toward those friendly gates I trust

Well it was Sunday morning, past Saturday night
And I was sneakin' out my door
I slipped on my best Sunday dress
And I was ready for a little bit more
It's shiny red like the sheets on my bed
It might turn a head or two
It's no mystery the man's history
And I'm ready for something new

I've tasted the good and the bad
And too much of what I ain't had
I been up and down
And all around this old town
But nothing's felt better than my feet on the ground
On the road that leads out of town

[Chorus:]

Sick of workin', sick of trying,
Tired of livin', I feel like cryin'.
I'm gonna take off in a big jet plane,
Take me to Waikiki,
Some peace and quiet where no one complains.
I need a drastic change of scenery.

He don't love me, I don't need him,

It was sometime late September
The leaves were gold and green
My baby's eyes were the saddest sight I'd ever seen
Two summers back I loved him
Two years I cried and tried
But I tell you, too many teardrops falling down cannot be dried

It's been a long hard fall

Oh, give to me a winding stream, it must not be too wide
Where waving leaves from maple trees do meet from either side
The water must be deep enough to float a small canoe
With no one else but you

Do not disturb my waking dream, the splendor of that winding stream
Flower in my canoe, his eyes, they looked me through
That someone there with golden hair is very much like you