A song about being homeless
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Left the place he'd grown up in, too far back to see
Headed out like most had done cuz he didn't know how to be
Accepted in his circumstance of where he'd been before
Carried the love for a woman who saved him dyin' on a floor
But no deep love been given to this damaged soul to feel
Oh Susanna, I wish you'd cried for me
And what's to come of vagabonds - travelers of the world
pickin' low fruit hangin - easy pickins that's for sure
Hearin' crashin' tin cans in the early mornin' hours
The vagabonds are restless to empty those plastic bags of ours
Oh Susanna I wish you'd cried for meI'm lost in the badlands and my hearts too broke to feel
Oh Susanna I wish you'd cried for me I'm lost in the badlands and my hearts too broke to feel
And what's to come of vagabonds? For there is no cure
Don't have any means to make it in this world
Oh Susanna I wish you'd cried for me I'm lost in the badlands and my hearts too broke to feel
Oh Susanna I wish you'd cried for me I'm lost in the badlands and my hearts too broke to feel
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