Lyrics
Wildwood<br />
By Don Charbonneau 2004<br />
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Sometimes I get so tired of this life that I lead<br />
The hustle and bustle of this big city dream<br />
I left that place this morning and been paddling all day<br />
Trying to get as far away from my big city way<br />
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And my campfire smoke is rising <br />
To the stars it seems tonight<br />
I can’t think of any place I would rather be<br />
Than in this wildwood , this wildwood<br />
This wildwood tonight<br />
This wildwood in this wildwood<br />
This wildwood tonight.<br />
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When summer has gone<br />
And snow is on the ground<br />
You’ll find me in the city <br />
With my wildwood dreams <br />
Painting pictures from sketches I’ve done <br />
Of Northern Lights and moose on the run<br />
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And my campfire smoke is rising <br />
To the stars it seems tonight <br />
I can’t think of anyplace I would rather be <br />
Than in this wildwood, this wildwood<br />
This wildwood tonight.<br />
This wildwood, this wildwood<br />
This wildwood tonight.<br />
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Sometimes I get so tired of this life that I live<br />
The hustle and bustle of this big city dream.<br />
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