Dorsey
Where the Good Folk Are
I've felt the cold of the way I had to go.I've been lonely here, for so many years.Glad tidings from the folks back home,The folks I've known from the place I did grow.Keep on keepin' on and you know it won't be long'Til I'm headed back your way, so keep on 'til a brighter day.Brother take care, it's a cruel world out there.The smell of smoke and the sound of crows will bring you home.Desert's a dark place for a fellow like me.I'm sorry though it's where I've got to be.I've been looking near and far,Trying to find where the good folk are.Brother take care, it's a cruel world out there.
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