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It's good to see you,
Been a long, long time,
How's this old world been treatin' you?
Nothin's changed much,
I'm still in this same old rut,
A little older and so are you.
I wake with the sunrise at the break of the day,
Work long hours just to earn my pay,
Maybe I'll go, or maybe I'll stay.
Somehow, somehow I know,
Gonna find my way, any day;
Gonna walk a million miles in these shoes,
Out of the blue.
Been hearin' bout you,
Seems like you're doin' fine,
Gettin' your name in the daily news.
I don't get out much,
Been lonely and down on my luck,
Weather's been rainy and colder, too.
I lie with the sunset at the end of the day,
Hopin' to sleep all my troubles away,
Maybe I'll go, or maybe I'll stay.
Lately, somehow I know,
Gonna find my way, any day;
Sick and tired of payin' my dues,
Feelin' down and singin' the blues;
Gonna walk a million miles in these shoes,
Out of the blue.
