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There's a warm wind blowin' through the laundry man
There's a young man cryin' in a cowboy hat
He got square-toed boots so he ain't for real
Wouldn't last five minutes on a federal street
And I remember you at that place in post
You with that cut bacon on Texas toast
Prairie dogs poppin' up to sea
And that strawberry
woman sittin' next to me
Strawberry woman sittin' next to me
Monday morning, I wake up slow
It was Friday night two hours ago
I'd sell the farm and see you smile
Well, it might just happen to wait a while
I may go stay
I may go stay
Out in the woods
Some time apart could do us good
I've been to heaven in a six-street bar
Strawberry woman on guitar
Strawberry woman on guitar
Send a impressed lullaby
Doin' a nice job, I may set my eyes in the night
I may back up a little while
I may blow some of thenga
I may find high school
I remember you looking up at me, drinking Irish whiskey on the Irish sea, and we walked
through weather and we walked through time, strawberry woman with her hand in mine, strawberry
woman with her hand in mine.
I remember you when the bar was closed, dancing on the table with a bloody nose, and I remember
you still look fine and you still look free, strawberry woman with your back to me, strawberry
woman with your back to me.
I remember you when the bar was closed, dancing on the table with a bloody nose, and I remember
you still look fine and you still look free, strawberry woman with your back to me.