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For many a year I was so confused I didn't know what to play But then I met a man who picked up his horn An' showed me just what to say He was skinny

Goodbye, little Robin-Marie Don't try followin' me Don't cry, little Robin-Marie 'Cause you know, I'm coming home soon My ships' leaving on a three year

Sitting in a blue room, staring at the wall Trying to get into anything at all Cigarettes taste funny as I sink into my bed Dreams of milk and honey are

When the wagons leave the city For the forest and further on Painted wagon of the morning Dusty roads where they have gone Sometimes travelin' through

Travellin' in the dark Can't see a thing Travellin' in the dark Travellin' in the dark Can't see a thing Travellin' in the dark What you gonna do when