Tonart: A major•
Verse 1
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I was born in old St. John
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in Brunswick -by -the -Sea
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Back in 1936 it was just my mom and me
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And as she wandered
through the land
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She often had to beg for bread
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while I was only three
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She taught me to hitchhike
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and face the road alone,
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And sing about what life was like
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for those that had no home.
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Lee, Lee, Lee
Well, I turned four in Halifax,
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five in Montreal,
In every small town in between,
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by six I knew them all.
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And when the long road
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took us back to St. John,
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That night the strong arm of the law
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tore me from her side.
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And they made me an orphan
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and taught me not to roam.
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Just cry myself to sleep at night
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and not be a rolling stone.
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H 'lee, h 'lee, h 'lee.
By the time that I turned eight
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they said that I was cured,
Cured from all that wonder lust
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to which I had been lured,
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And just in case my mum
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would try to find out where I'd gone,
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They shipped me off to P .E .I.
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to a farm in Skinner's Pond.
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And though I loved the country
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I called this island home
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I'd sing about what life was like
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With a mother's love unknown
When I was thirteen years of age
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I couldn't take no more
I ran away from home one day
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And left my island shore
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And while the Maudies
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everywhere were lookin' for their man,
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On a merchant ship from old St. John
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I sailed for new -found land.
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And away out on the Grand Banks
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the truth came like a knife,
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A drifter I would always be
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upon the roads of life.
Before the age of seventeen
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I seen this country wide
An old guitar I'd gladly play
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and I'd thank you for the ride
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And many a conversation's had
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through my journey long
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They wound up in my repertoire
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of Canadian country songs
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And everywhere I traveled,
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I dreamed along the way,
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God might make this vagabond
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a country star some day.
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P 'lee, p 'lee, p 'lee.
Then one night in Timmonstown,
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They said, if you can sing,
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we'll keep you round for a week or so.
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I packed the place
for fourteen months
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and before they let me go
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I'm drivin' a car, I got a new guitar
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and I'm singin' on the radio
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From there this old hitchhiker,
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he was on his road to fame
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With bud to spud from
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and the good ol' hockey game
Then came Sudbury's Saturday night
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at the Gumboot Loggeroo
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They made me the chairman of the board
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till I stomped the whole ride through
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And like old Luke with his old guitar,
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my song wasn't over yet
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Till I sang the ode
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that I wrote for the road
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and the mum that I can't forget
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And when the party was over
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I began to write this song
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And tonight you've
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heard me sing the words
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to the ballad of Stompin' Tom
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to the ballad of Stompin' Tom
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Oodly, oodly, oodly you
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