Corey Hart
Crossroad Caravan
Six years oldAnd the summer was cold andOnce again we were movin' onMy old manWell he don't understandCan't you see she cries againYou gave us shelterYour arms could melt herYou gave us allA good, good lifeShe woke up one nightWith the world on her shouldersMay sound funnyBut I think she felt freeHere we goThe wind blowsCrossroad caravanNo 'oOn a caravan'O no.
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