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Aug 28
There is no love in the south
It's too hot for something like that
My shirt clings to my back
I bury the hatchet
I drive the rails
I don't have enough money
To stop sweating long enough
To comb my hair back
And put a belt on
I don't have the cash on me right now
To drive that far
In the steaming rain
I can't see a **** thing
With these windshield wipers
I don't have the money
To get new ones
And I definitely don't have enough
To go around spending it on you
I bury the hatchet
I drive the rails
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