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There's an old man sittin' on a front porch now
Talkin' 'bout how it used to be
When I was young I was a hell of a man
My father died when I was ten
I hit the road to find a job
Had to feed my family
Times were hard my hands are still scarred
From the life I've had to lead
I was born to run
I was born to run
I was born to run
Can't slow down
No regrets, I've been blessed
Born to run
In time you'll see what the good lord's done for me
Born to run
I can't slow down
No regrets, I did my best
Born to run
In time you'll see
What the good lord's done, done for me
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