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days are short, and i ain't down, the sun is on the hill, looking in my suitcase for a friend, the door was opened wide, you know i lost a little pride, and inside it was just another man, every day another man reaches out his hand, every moment there's a shifting in the sand, every whisper in the wind, brings a good man back again, settle me down in my dreams tonight, tomorrow's another day to blow my blues away, lots of folks will tell you that, a man can go thru' life, taking what he wants along the way, but until all men are freed, each one gets but what he needs, the experience of living every day, i woke up this morning, i awoke upon my knees, crying oo-wee, i don't know where i am, i feel just like a clown, every time i move around, because, after all, i'm just another man

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Artist: arlo guthrie