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I know what it means to get knocked down drunk, |
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I was lying in a bush by the coal, |
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where the river runs deep |
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& the demons don't sleep |
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& the water's obscured by the smoke. |
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Well I drug myself to the river's edge |
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& I drank like a dog on the sand. |
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It burned my tongue, |
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my whole head gets spun |
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& I stood on the stone |
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& spoke to the wind and the rain. |
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Said I know what it means to get left for dead, |
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when the saints rise up at the sound. |
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When the spirits don't move in |
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their chains and the shoes |
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and the crack of the guns all around. |
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I know how it is to get all dressed up, |
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where nobody would know where to go. |
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With a fifth in your vest, |
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and some pills on your tongue |
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and a gun looking out across |
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the Valley of the Shadow below, oh. |
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Well I preached to the bums |
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and I preached to the birds |
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til the crowd had started to form. |
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My disciples that came, |
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through the wind and the rain |
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and the rags in their jackets all torn. |
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Well I prophesized of the things to come |
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and I jumped like a bug on a wall, |
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til my head it was through |
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with the river's strange brew |
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and I sunk to my knees, in the breeze, |
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and I started to pray, |
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I said hey! |
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You know I ain't got a dang thing to say, |
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with a head full of booze and nothing to loose |
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for a creature was made out of clay, hey! |
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Said I know what it means to get left for dead, |
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when the saints rise up at the sound. |
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When the spirits don't move in |
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their chains and the shoes |
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and the crack of the guns all around. |
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I know how it is to get all dressed up, |
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where nobody would know where to go. |
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With a fifth in your vest, |
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and some pills on your tongue |
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and a gun looking out across |
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the Valley of the Shadow below, oh. |
