Wanderlost

Can you tell me where that piano man’s bin?
It seems he’s done run off a’gin,
Leaving all his friends an kin,
Or else he ain’t living, an that’s a sin.

Don’t think that I would do him wrong,
T’ain’t my bid’ness where he has gone,
Yet folks bin askin’ all along
So that is why I wrote this song.

It goes: doo doo doo dit
doo doo di doo
doo be doo doo dit
doo doo be doo
doo doo doo dit
doo doo di doo
doo dit da doo dit
da doo be doo doo doo
(repeat)

Well, if you see him, give a smile
Raise a glass to the weary miles
Remind him he’s bin away too long
And home is callin’ with a song.

It goes: doo doo doo dit
doo doo di doo
doo be doo doo dit
doo doo be doo
doo doo doo dit
doo doo di doo
doo dit da doo dit
da doo be doo doo doo
(repeat)

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