THE FLYING DUTCHMAN
THERE’S A ROSE THAT GROWS
IN A MOUNTAIN TOWN
PEOPLE COME
FROM MILES AROUND
JUST TO SEE THE BEAUTY
IN ITS BLOOM
THE LINES THAT WIND
DOWN THE HIGH ROAD
LED ME OFF
TO SEE THE WORLD
TEN YEARS AND A LIFETIME
RUN BETWEEN
I’VE BEEN DRIVEN
BY THE WIND
LIKE A FLYING DUTCHMAN
THROUGH YEARS AND TEARS
AND HIGHWAY SIGNS
AND MEMORIES I LEFT BEHIND
SWEET DREAMS
KEEP REACHING OUT TO ME
THROUGH BLUES AND DUES
I HAD TO PAY
I KEEP RUNNING
FROM YESTERDAY
BUT YESTERDAY
IS WAITING DOWN THE ROAD
I’VE BEEN DRIVEN
BY THE WIND
LIKE A FLYING DUTCHMAN
THERE’S A ROSE THAT GROWS
IN A MOUNTAIN TOWN
WHERE I LAID MY BABY
IN THE GROUND
NOW I’M JUST A PILGRIM
A TUMBLEWEED
I’VE BEEN DRIVEN
BY THE WIND
LIKE A FLYING DUTCHMAN
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