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[00:23.63]In the Black Hills,
[00:27.01]it's so familiar now.
[00:31.64]Familiar like NPR in the afternoons.
[00:37.63]It's never too much, 'cause you still may never know
[00:44.13]the salt on the sidewalks or wether my feet will find me in quicksand erosion,or concrete.
[01:01.65]These are the questions that rush through my brain
[01:07.35]on another, but different, sunny day
[01:17.82]in the Black Hills.
[01:27.51]I will meet your mother today.
[01:31.09]I won't be so sure what to do with my hands
[01:39.81]and I'm never quite so sure where I come from,
[01:46.99]or what my daddy does.
[01:55.11]When whiskey isn't speaking from your sweet lips,we still believe in me.
[02:08.31]These are the questions that rush through my brain
[02:14.58]on another, but different, sunny day
[02:22.95]in them Black Hills.
[02:30.43]I'm so scared of my hands.
[02:36.45]I'm so scared of those voices on the afternoon radio,
[02:43.08]and i'm so scared of what my hands are gonna do.
[02:48.85]I'm so scared to leave Black Hills.