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I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window. I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind. She was my woman. As she decieved me I watched and went out of my mind. My, my, my, Del
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Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City,. and I dreamed about those cotton fields at home. I dreamed about my mother,. dear old Papa, Sister and brother, I dreamed about that girl. who's been w
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Well, I pulled on trouble's braids. And I hid in the briars out by the quick mud. Stayin' away from the main roads. Passin' out wolf tickets downwind from the blood hounds And I pulled on trouble's
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I'll shoot the moon. Right out of the sky. For you baby. I'll be the pennies. On your eyes. For you baby I want to take you. Out to the fair. Here's a red rose. Ribbon for your hair I'll shoot
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When you walk through the garden. You gotta watch your back. Well, I beg your pardon. Walk the straight and narrow track. If you walk with Jesus. He's gonna save your soul. You gotta keep the de
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I'd never desert her, God knows when I hurt her. That's the last thing that I want to do. She tries but she can't tell how she feels. But I know too well, just what she's going through. . If I lo
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Well I can see your eyes from here. And I can't see anything in between. Everything I thought I ought to know about you has vanished. Like the snow when the sun comes out There's nothing but green
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Well, time is always money for the boys on Union Square. Go on and bust your ass 'til doomsday, don't forget to say your prayers. Someone's riding down the backstreet, said papa got a brand new slac
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Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad blood. In him; someway he got into the magic bullets and that leads straight to. Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroi
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Your carpet is blue so that it matches your shoes. It's the way the drains smoke in New York and it's in everything you do. You bashed your head and I found something to do. I made up memories abou
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Well, cutting through the cane break, rattling the sill. Thunder that the rain makes when the shadow tops the hill. Big light on the back street, hill to ever more. Packing down the ladder with the
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