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Going where the road goes
Going nowhere slow
Trailer folk.
You live in a trailer
but you haven't got a car.
Come from out of nowhere
Gone in a puff of smoke
Trailer folk.
You're never a stranger
but you come from afar.
Why is it everytime
you're troubled
you come?
Why when there's trouble
you're gone?
Going where the wind blows
Going nowhere slow
Trailer folk.
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