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She scrubbed the floor each day they say She scrubbed on hand and knee She dug and plowed and washed and cried She cooked but not too well I say Among the brushes and the thrushes and the hollows and the hymns Despite the fickle and the wicked from swirling men to swishing gin It is bad in this world they say It is not worth a lick or stitch It gets all sad with pain and pain It drowns not washes with its rain We aren't poor with the Lord they say We will walk on streets of goldest gold We will sing and know no loss nor death We won't really get old though we get old Among the verses and the hearses and eager beavers praising praise Despite the sinners and the winners with the sermons' end of days He told the truth they said he said He told the hardest heard of things He gave the liars all the fires He thought he knew the truth I say Don't leave don't go don't move they say Don't run away from here your home Don't think there is a better place Don't wait up for me at night I say Among bitter breaths to smell and taste and just crickets to hear just stars to see Despite snakes and roads down ***** dirt and scratchy gravel and hurting hurt I left them here alone they say I went and did though I was warned I drove away at breakneck pace I long stopped believing in this place
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
This Home Is Not My Home I Say
She scrubbed the floor each day they say She scrubbed on hand and knee She dug and plowed and washed and cried She cooked but not too well I say Among the brushes and the thrushes and the hollows and the hymns Despite the fickle and the wicked from swirling men to swishing gin It is bad in this world they say It is not worth a lick or stitch It gets all sad with pain and pain It drowns not washes with its rain We aren't poor with the Lord they say We will walk on streets of goldest gold We will sing and know no loss nor death We won't really get old though we get old Among the verses and the hearses and eager beavers praising praise Despite the sinners and the winners with the sermons' end of days He told the truth they said he said He told the hardest heard of things He gave the liars all the fires He thought he knew the truth I say Don't leave don't go don't move they say Don't run away from here your home Don't think there is a better place Don't wait up for me at night I say Among bitter breaths to smell and taste and just crickets to hear just stars to see Despite snakes and roads down ***** dirt and scratchy gravel and hurting hurt I left them here alone they say I went and did though I was warned I drove away at breakneck pace I long stopped believing in this place
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
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