It's the season of the golden leaves When the wind turns into a bitter breeze I was walking thru the oak leaves on the hill With my lady, oh she's got a strong will And I see her thru these ever-clouded eyes This time it's goodbye and I can't answer why Maybe it's because I ain't quite shy of running yet Or maybe it's because I'm the hometown boy in the spotlight But my roots ain't in the ground They're on the road Settle down was all I ever heard from her "If you cared," she said, "you would weigh my words" But my life doesn't ride on the factory road Baby, don't ask me why, I can't even pretend to know
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