I know of a man who lives on the other side On the other side of this mountain They say hes calling the weary home Ive been told of a man who lives on the other side On the other side of this mountain With a heart full of stories of hope So run like a vagabond, carry the flame Run for the children and run for the slaves Hold it up high with a message of faith Dont ever stop moving on Just run like a vagabond His book is a gun that he reads for the people The words that he speaks have been colored illegal But the law that hes under is bigger than paper and gowns He stayed in the streets where the beggars are broken Hes risking is life, a bullseye in the open But he wont stop to rest until hes reached every town So run like a vagabond, carry the flame Run for the children and run for the slaves Hold it up high with a message of faith Dont ever stop moving on Just run like a vagabond
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