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To you it's another day |
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To me it's a grim reaping |
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Just another shooting star |
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Strung out on your wire |
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Prick my finger |
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On his virgin silver |
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He told me raw |
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Ginger, carmelize me |
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Tombigbee, tombigbee |
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Help me hang these bones, |
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Gotta hang these bones out to dry |
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He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly loved |
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Gonna hang these bones out to dry |
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Got a blackberry stain |
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And they're not even in season |
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If you're not yet a woman |
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You've got no business playing at this |
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Tombigbee, tombigbee |
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Help me hang these bones, |
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Gotta hang these bones out to dry |
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He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly loved |
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Gotta hang these bones out to dry |
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So you get done |
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Then you get some |
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Should have known |
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It won't hold you for long |
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Then you say fine |
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This is all mine |
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But hasn't your donor card expired |
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From blue ridge to cattail |
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On the prairie |
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From fly-over country |
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Back through mississippi |
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Who made you go |
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But you raise me twenty |
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I'm raising you five |
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A hundred treaties |
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Signed by your father's lies |
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Who made you go |
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Cause I'm trailing her tears |
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The ones you won't hold |
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You roll me a carpet, boy |
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Roll me a carpet, boy |
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Roll me a carpet |
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From here to Oklahoma |
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Tombigbee, tombigbee |
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Help me hang this bone, |
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Gotta hang this bone out to dry |
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He loved me, he loved me, ravishingly loved |
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Gonna hang this bone to dry |
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Dry, dry, dry |
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I'm doin it dry, dry, dry... |
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