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My records are scratched, my tapes are unwound Trying to finding a song to ease my mind Boxes and pictures, scattered on the floor With a tear in my eye I go through them all Trying to find just who you were The one who saved me The one who named me The one who left me here on my own Now the sun is up, the sky is green Wishing my life could be just a dream Something as sweet, as walking with you Or a banjo singing one of Hartford's tunes Like "Skippin' in the Mississippi Dew" The "Julia Belle Swain" "Natchez Whistle" Or something I cannot put my finger on Traveling down life's broken highways Carrying a load and bound to run My records are scratched, my tapes are unwound From Letras Mania