I'm a lonesome traveler on a lonesome road.
A weary wanderer far from home.
I don't know if I'll make it, but I know I'm alone.
My hurt covered by darkness; the cold in my bones.
They tell me there's healing; they whisper of hope.
But of that sort of feeling I just do not know.
I'm a lonesome traveler on a lonesome road.
Doesn't matter where I came from; I just want to go home.
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