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Goodbye To Oakland – Dear Landlord

I got two dollars and fifty-one cents
Eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens
And a beat up copy of Cannery Row
Five hundred miles left to go

Everywhere I go I'm looking down
Watching my old tennis shoes as they're wearing out
Walking off these homesick blues
I may be drunk and lost but I'm not confused and
I know where this train is slowly going
North through K-Falls then on to Portland
I know I'm fucked up, it's stupid hoping
You'll answer phone calls, goodbye to Oakland

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