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The Wanderers Song
Hans Poulsen
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Well, we've walked a lot of highways
And we've rode a lot of trains
We've been thirsty in the desert sun
And nearly drowned in tropic rains
We've seen a lot of cities
And we've burned so many lands
Known a lot of ladies
I've sure held a lot of hands
But it's a long time since I've tasted homemade bread
I'm tired and need a place to rest my head
Won't you put your soft white arms beneath my head?
Can I put my guitar underneath your bed?
I'd chop some wood and light a fire
And you could cook the tea
And I'd read you children's stories about Mexico
And Spanish galleons far away at sea
At night you'd nip us off to bed
With Hindu prayers and English teddy bears
And we'd keep a candle burning
Just to frighten off the scary, scary, scary, scary, scarers, oh yeah
'Cause it's a long time since I've tasted homemade bread
I'm tired and need a place to rest my head
Won't you put your soft white arms beneath my head?
Can I put my guitar underneath your bed?
We could sit outside on your veranda
And listen to the storm
And I'd write a song for later on called
"Let Me Keep You Warm"
And in the morning after feeding chickens
Would you think it wrong
If I forgot the words and the melody
To the wanderer's song?
'Cause it's a long time since I've tasted homemade bread
I'm tired and need a place to rest my head
Won't you put your soft white arms beneath my head?
Can I put my guitar underneath your bed?
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