I feel a change comin' on,
Like the sun goin' down,
I been givin' too long,
There's not enough to go 'round,

And there's a small child waitin'

And she's wavin' her hand,

She's callin' my name, and

Sayin' she understands,

Her Old Man,

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If I could find my way back,

To the place I once was,
It's like fakin' a heart-attack,

For a free ride on the bus,

And I don't think I'm able,
It's the lesson I've learned,

When the cards on the table,

Say the bridges are burned,

Old Man,

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So you search for the answers,

To the questions each day,

While the Shakers and Dancers,

Are all driftin' away,

So you pack up your dreams,

Put them back in the bags,

That chance, now it seems,

Was the last one you'll have,

Old Man,

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It's the heaviest load,
You've ever carried around,

But, it's the last of the roads,

That you'll ever walk down,

It’s the end of the highway,

Time to give back the key,

You got no wings to fly, hey,

It's too late to be free,
Old Man,

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(Harmonica)

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I feel a change comin' on,
Like the sun goin' down,
I been givin' too long,
There's not enough to go 'round,

There's a small child waitin',

And she's holdin' my hand,

She's callin' my name, and

Saying she understands,

Her Old Man.

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