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Shuffling through the rain I start to feel that pain That pain that there's something inside a me But someone's telling me its different A pain who's face says they've got nothing to gain Sister Mary can you sell my misery? Had enough of it, how about Ol' Brother lee? I ain't stuck Mary, no I ain't whining I got myself a brand new creed And it isn't the speed It's this brand new thing I found on my own So listen close cause' this bus is leaving And I don't want to hear you grieving Brown toed boots battered down to the sole Saw this morning my only bowls got a hole My bedroom window is broken so the wind blows in And my only girl Melinda has turned cold And sold my best shirt and run off with my friend Bert Now all I ask if for a little love now and again A lake where I can walk and maybe take a dip to swim I'd like to find a girl where we all we'd do is laugh Run from the law and avoid every kind of tax But luck was never my strong suit Every cleaner seemed to mess it up No courage was never a trumpet I could toot Found a beautiful woman turned out she was flute And when she came around town dressed in a gown I cleaned up my act fast n' dusted off my old crown She smiled like a woman but acted like a sun flare Now I know what life is like when you breathe in n' dare to dare People around me don't know my name And I'm still feeling about the same I see her chestnut hair every now and again Her milk drop eyes and her neck like a cranes Fitting into places and people was never my way When people would asked why I wouldn't know what to say Skies open up and rain starts to heavily fall These wicked ways in the end will be my only pay All my credit is gone and used up And I lost the leash to my only pup Each hour that clicks passes right by me Time moves on as I still lean on a splinterin' crutch She said she'd be back in a minute or three Everything round' here you can't get for free All the presents are wrapped up But the bows cost you an extra dollar fee
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Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 2:33 AM UTC
Fog on the Hills
Shuffling through the rain I start to feel that pain That pain that there's something inside a me But someone's telling me its different A pain who's face says they've got nothing to gain Sister Mary can you sell my misery? Had enough of it, how about Ol' Brother lee? I ain't stuck Mary, no I ain't whining I got myself a brand new creed And it isn't the speed It's this brand new thing I found on my own So listen close cause' this bus is leaving And I don't want to hear you grieving Brown toed boots battered down to the sole Saw this morning my only bowls got a hole My bedroom window is broken so the wind blows in And my only girl Melinda has turned cold And sold my best shirt and run off with my friend Bert Now all I ask if for a little love now and again A lake where I can walk and maybe take a dip to swim I'd like to find a girl where we all we'd do is laugh Run from the law and avoid every kind of tax But luck was never my strong suit Every cleaner seemed to mess it up No courage was never a trumpet I could toot Found a beautiful woman turned out she was flute And when she came around town dressed in a gown I cleaned up my act fast n' dusted off my old crown She smiled like a woman but acted like a sun flare Now I know what life is like when you breathe in n' dare to dare People around me don't know my name And I'm still feeling about the same I see her chestnut hair every now and again Her milk drop eyes and her neck like a cranes Fitting into places and people was never my way When people would asked why I wouldn't know what to say Skies open up and rain starts to heavily fall These wicked ways in the end will be my only pay All my credit is gone and used up And I lost the leash to my only pup Each hour that clicks passes right by me Time moves on as I still lean on a splinterin' crutch She said she'd be back in a minute or three Everything round' here you can't get for free All the presents are wrapped up But the bows cost you an extra dollar fee
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Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 2:33 AM UTC
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