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By Nanci Griffith, I've heard enough from pundits, I've heard our leaders speak
I
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By Nanci Griffith, Oh, my family grew cotton and cotton was all we
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By Nanci Griffith, What the hell was I doing there in that fast
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By Nanci Griffith, We walk along the Hudson when it snows here in
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By Nanci Griffith, She was a party girl, now the party's over
She was
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By Nanci Griffith, Pour me a drink, light me a cigarette
Help me forget
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By Nanci Griffith, I heard the music long ago, songs that rent the
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By Nanci Griffith, You walked the line all your life
You never thought you'd
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By Nanci Griffith, Tequila after midnight drives loneliness away
Makes strangers all around you
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By Nanci Griffith, This house is full of memories that aren't mine
Pieces, I
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By Nanci Griffith, You ran up against the rain everyday of your short
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By Nanci Griffith, Well, the good times scratched a laugh
From the lungs of
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By Nanci Griffith, {937 Pre-war Kimball
1, 2, 3, gone}
Oh, it sat in this
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By Nanci Griffith, (Kate Wolf)
I've been walkin' in my sleep
Countin' troubles 'stead of
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By Nanci Griffith, Southern man, you sure are pretty, got a smile to
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By Nanci Griffith, I saw you on the avenue
You looked so tired and
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By Nanci Griffith, The touch of your hand will let me know
You'll take
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By Nanci Griffith, You can cuss the daylights
Outta this pale winter moon
We could
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By Nanci Griffith, Let me say this one more time
Just in case you
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By Nanci Griffith, Are you tired of me my darling?
Did you mean those
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By Nanci Griffith, Black boy in Chicago, playing in the street
Not near enough
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By Nanci Griffith, They both wrote poetry
In fact, that was how they met
He
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By Nanci Griffith, Well I'm goin' back where my garden blooms all year
Where
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By Nanci Griffith, (Nick Lowe - Paul Carrack)
I live on a battlefield
Surrounded by
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By Nanci Griffith, Gonna wake up crazy to the cry of the trains
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By Nanci Griffith, Here?s a photograph of you in Woody Hermann?s band
It was
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By Nanci Griffith, I dreamed of Louisiana
And a night in Lafayette
We had breakfast
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By Nanci Griffith, In 1914, this ball was at war
It went from Belgium
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By Nanci Griffith, After you go, I can catch up on my reading
And
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By Nanci Griffith, Oh, I'm sailing away, my own true love
I'm sailing away