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A little rest for a spell |
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A little water from your well |
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A little shade from the shade of your door |
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That is all that I need |
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And I believe those might be |
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The truest words that I've ever said before |
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Hey make me down a pallet on your floor |
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Hey make me down a pallet on your floor |
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Just let me roll out my bed at the foot of your bed |
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And although I am hoping for more |
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That is all that I need |
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And I believe those might be |
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The truest words that I've ever said before |
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Hey make me down a pallet on your floor |
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Hey make me down a pallet on your floor |
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Somebody came and picked you up in a champagne limousine |
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And tried to buy your love with stuff that he found in a magazine |
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Remember us running through the stubble fields |
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That was just before the fold |
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Remember how loud that thunder was, how soft that bed of straw |
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How soft that bed of straw |
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And I want you and that's all |
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I know that the big city lights |
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Are the kind that you like |
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And you dream of Detroit and New York |
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But just roll out my bed at the foot of your bed |
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And you'll know just what I'm dreaming for |
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That you'll make me down a pallet on your floor |
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That you make me down a pallet on your floor |
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Hey make me down |
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Make me down |
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Make me down |
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Make me down |
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Make me down a pallet on your floor |
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Hey make me down a pallet on your floor |
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Make me down |
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Make me down |
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Make me down |
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Make me down a pallet on your floor |
