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By Gourds, All the way to Jericho in a rusted automobile
if you
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By Gourds, Still in line
Spoon in my hand
And the mouth that roared
Didn’t
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By Gourds, Well the south congress whores they is a movin’ on
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By Gourds, All the labor landed in the sod
Where the digger cried
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By Gourds, Flyin moth took what it could
Yer half naked
Moth did good
A
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By Gourds, Living down here they throw me down and count me
I'm
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By Gourds, A little song
A little dance
A little seltzer down yer pants
Lump
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By Gourds, It's a clear night
How are you tonight
Its a bone white
Smile
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By Gourds, The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk
Than he has
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By Gourds, Coppermine, oh coppermine
My great-great grandfolk on my father's side
Used to
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By Gourds, Our little friend
He didn¹t want to wear
His white buckled shoes
Nor
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By Gourds, I know m'heart is heavy
I know m'thoughts is blue
I know
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By Gourds, Dooley was a good ol' man
he lived below the mill
Dooley
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By Gourds, Black wall weeping
When I go to see the king
Put my
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By Gourds, I've lived long enough to see the dead horse
I've lived
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By Gourds, Flooded roads
out of town
Call and telephone lines are down
I
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By Gourds, [G] Workin' inside all [Am] day
Make no money, go out
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By Gourds, Whippoorwill won't ya listen
To my roaming story
We started out frying
Up
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By Gourds, Words by Frederico Garcia Lorca
On the darkened stage
Parralla maintains
A conversation
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By Gourds, Yer gonna have t'sit there and drink yer cup of
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By Gourds, Our candles are in danger from the way we carry
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By Gourds, I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz
Got this ass motherfuckin'
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By Gourds, When you walk out of god's house
Don't complain
You've got yer
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By Gourds, Bottle night 3 am
Drying out in the den
Good fellowship, we
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By Gourds, Old man Bear dropped a matchbook
Standard procedure couldn't walk
Ate a
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By Gourds, In honduras cotton smoked and burned for days
To be outdone
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By Gourds, I ate the haggis
By and by hallelujah
I ate the haggis,
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By Gourds, I come up
From underground
Went back down
Forgot my bike lock
Went back
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By Gourds, I like drinking to forget your name
And I smoke reefer
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By Gourds, Waiting for the lozenge to clear yer throat
So you can
