Jim Croce
| Like the pine trees lining the winding road |
| I got a name, I got a name |
| Like the singing bird and the croaking toad |
| I got a name, I got a name |
| And I carry it with me like my daddy did |
| But I'm living the dream that he kept hid |
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| Like the north wind whistlin' down the sky |
| I got a song, I got a song |
| Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry |
| I got a song, I got a song |
| And I carry it with me and I sing it loud |
| If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud |
| And I'm gonna go there free |
| Like the fool I am and I'll always be |
| I got a dream, I got a dream |
| They can change their minds but they can't change me |
| I got a dream, I got a dream |
| Oh, I know I could share it if you'd want me to |
| If you're goin' my way, I'll go with you |
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