Poem -

The Soldier

I love her with all my heart, I gave her my soul

Im leaving Georgia baby, I aint coming back for more

Took the train straight through Macon, I felt my heart skip a beat

The day I left you darling, is the day I claimed defeat

I’ve been Fallen far and fast

Look’en high and low

Running from a past, picking strings and writing notes

I love you with all my heart, If your know’en just what I mean

These troubles I’ve had lord have brought me to my knees

Don’t tell yourself no little lies

Don’t tell me just what I mean

For im the lonely soldier running from his dreams

Ill pack all good wishes, and send’em, by the mail

In hopes that you remember my name, fare-the-well

Touch’en down from each and every-town

I’m Coloraaado! bound

For that’s the only place ive ever loved,

Them rigid mountains tell my tale,

Been riding a train without a name

For so many years I can hardly tell

Got to give her up, im running out luck

These lonesome blues have got me down

How in the hell will she take me back, I’m a lost soul on the run

But knowing truth, is know’en the blues

She’s gone far from me

I loved her with all my heart, gave up everything

I lost her loven feeling on a southbound train

The day I started living is the day I lost my name

I’m tired of being, just cant deal with the pain

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