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Intro

Maybe Anchorage

maybe Colorado

One old thing’s for sure… leavin’ tomorrow

I’m feelin’ older… older than my years

I been ripped open… and I’m way, beyond tears

These four walls… feelin’… more like bars… these days

Apalacha… she’s… callin’ out my name

Gotta hear the dulcimer’s cry

Singin’ songs… about the old days

And I won’t remember your name

Every time I close my eyes… your face… is all I see

It’s all I see

And I’m gone… Gone… leavin’ here

And I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

And I’m gone… gone… I’m… leavin’ here… I’m gone

Packin’ up the U-Haul and I’m… gone

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Maybe Anchorage… maybe Colorado