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Look over yonder here come the blues |
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The thirteenth of any time, powered by fools |
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I can see 'em comin' |
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Wearing a blue armoured coat |
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You're sittin' here with your violins |
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Hittin' wrong notes |
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Look over yonder, he's comin' my way |
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When he's around, I never have a happy day |
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(you even bust my guitar strings) |
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Look over yonder, look over yonder, look over yonder etc. |
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Look over yonder |
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Well, he's talkin' to my baby |
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They found my peace pipe on her |
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Now they're draggin' her away |
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Lord knows we don't need a devil like him beatin' us around |
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Well, he's knockin' on my door |
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How my house is tumblin' down |
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Now don't you come no closer |
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The path is keepin' me bolder |
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Wait by my door baby |
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Unless you want to start another war |
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Look over yonder, hey |
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Look over yonder |
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Look over yonder |
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Look over yonder |
