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In the of the famine when starvation
And black death raged the land
There were many driven by their
To set for the Americas

In search of a new life and a new
Oh but there were that couldn't cope
And they spent life in search of
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The old prospector he makes it to the four lane
His old compadre, he lays in the sand
With hands he cries, Are you going my way?
The people passing by didn't to understand

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Broken Joe just in a gutter
He's as low as any man can be
He calls for wine but they'll serve him water
The bartender say, We sell sympathy

He a strange story about his father
How Sunday mornings they'd go down to the church on the
As time older his thoughts they grow younger
It is his wish to search no

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The vulture sits on top of the big top circus
seen this show before knows someone is going to fall
Just near the where the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerina
Forgets the safety net isn't there at all

Down he swoops with claws drawn to her
Razor sharp so savagely is she
Oh my God, is no one who can save her?
In the fox to thunderous applause

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