(ęBill Bourne 1994)

I'm on my way; and I must flag the last train down
I'm on my way, but I just can't find no open ground
I'm on my way in the cottonwoods of gypsy town
I'm on my way, it looks like Baggins rolled around
I'm on my way.

Merciful is Baggins' mind,
A spoken tone, a turn in kind
Footsteps building into rhymes,
Eyes that twinkle shinin' chimes

I'm on my way; and I must flag the last train down
I'm on my way, but I just can't find no open ground
I'm on my way in the cottonwoods of gypsy town
I'm on my way, it looks like Baggins rolled around
I'm on my way.

Elusive love has cast her spell
Forgetful monks forgot to tell
How Mary found her wishing well
In the garden where the spirits dwell
And I'm on my way

And fairy queens would dance away
Romance the day in quiet play
While the guns a half a world away
They roared in hoary laughter - nay
And I remember gentle songs,
But death it burns like old Hong Kong
And Baggins' apples don't belong
And Mary turned from right to wrong

And I'm on my way; and I must flag the last train down
I'm on my way, but I just can't find no open ground
I'm on my way in the cottonwoods of gypsy town
I'm on my way, it looks like Baggins rolled around
I'm on my way.

Baggins saddled up and rode
His trusty steed to her abode
And found her cup of sorrow flowed
Her broken path a tragic road
I'm on my way

Then he took up Mary's hand
He led her back into the land
Looking up her made demands
To set her free as he had planned
And gathered vultures, birds of prey,
Elusive love had flown away
When he turned to make his play
Watchful eyes turned his way
And woeful thunder rumbled so
And mountains shaken, tumbled low
And spirit creatures from below
With Baggins' blood they stained the snow.

And I'm on my way; I must flag the last train down
I'm on my way, but I just can't find no open ground
I'm on my way in the cottonwoods of gypsy town
I'm on my way, it looks like Baggins rolled around
I'm on my way.

In gypsy town they wish her well
Elusive love has cast her spell
And Baggins found his wishing well
In the garden where the spirits dwell
Merciful is Mary's mind
A spoken tone, a turn in kind
Footsteps building into rhymes
Eyes that twinkle shinin' chimes

I'm on my way; I must flag the last train down
I'm on my way, but I just can't find no open ground
I'm on my way in the cottonwoods of gypsy town
I'm on my way, it looks like Baggins rolled around
I'm on my way; I must flag the last train down
I'm on my way, but I just can't find no open ground
I'm on my way in the cottonwoods of gypsy town
I'm on my way, it looks like Baggins rolled around
I'm on my way.
I'm on my way, it looks like Baggins rolled around
I'm on my way.
I'm on my way, it looks like Baggins rolled around
I'm on my way.

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