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Clothesline Song

That’s alright baby, tie me down to this familiar ground

Say you wanna grow a garden

In my old backyard, dig

Say you wanna be my man, all I got to do is forgive

It’s alright baby, ain’t nothin' new

I been hidin' under the same rocks you're throwin' for most my life

Cursed to carry a love like yours, I can’t be sorry

For the bruises on my hide

Better at drinkin' than forgivin', better at walkin' than your lovin',

Babe I can’t be sorry though I miss you still

I hear you been doin' well

Hear you’re runnin' fine

Put those strong hands to good use, quit throwin' pebbles at my house

You and me just can’t be friends

It’s alright, baby

It ain’t nothin' new

I’ve still got my pretty blue dresses, still got whiskey kisses

And I can’t be sorry no more, so

I’m gonna bury my thoughts of you, dig

My own **** garden

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Jan 18, 2014
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