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By Gourds, Hurry up now, turn the water into coffee,
Is it there?
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By Gourds, Jesus Christ, with signs followin',
serpents in the air.
Hellbent on heaven
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By Gourds, Flyin down this hill on my schwin
Well I guess this
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By Gourds, I could tell you that I was a christian
And I
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By Gourds, Columbia's unwound
If it gets any worse
Gonna have to go down
Get
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By Gourds, The kiwi and the liquid gold
For helen would have surely
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By Gourds, I saddled me a wounded priest
Rode him wet through this
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By Gourds, Well it's the end of the dream
That started on green
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By Gourds, It's yer
Sweet interjection
Kind of affection
Boring contraption
Gooey confection
Circumlocution
Rasputin tootin
Dismal depression
Rich little
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By Gourds, Oh maria hands it out
She comes from guatamala
She helps me
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By Gourds, I've been waitin' on a cold front to trample this
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By Gourds, Sadness cost you bottles o beer
Shiney things don't get it
She
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By Gourds, Folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out
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By Gourds, Had some mojo I don't know
Bit her hand and charged
Wipe
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By Gourds, If you want to make some pickles
Take your time make
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By Gourds, My poor uncle jimmy turk
He got his house full of
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By Gourds, A pinetar rampart in that there front yard
I got ripe
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By Gourds, Spent my whole paycheck
On the goddamn rent
And much more I
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By Gourds, Started out late
In my dirty plaid coat
Watched my heel
Lift the
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By Gourds, I kissed the ground
I coughed it up
My lemon skin
My broken
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By Gourds, This afternoon I walked out into a ditch
The crawfish stirred
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By Gourds, Tell me with yer eyes
In silence let them ring
The precious
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By Gourds, Expecting me to clean my house out
Under my fridge I
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By Gourds, expecting me to clean my house out
under my fridge
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By Gourds, Whistle through my wallet
Rent's due - I ain't got it
I
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By Gourds, I used to get hungry, used to get perfumed
Used to
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By Gourds, I washed it with water
Made it smell like rosemary
A funny
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By Gourds, Out of the gravel
From behind the smallest stone
Go home
Walk back
With
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By Gourds, Form a ring and wind and twine
Round the ol' grape
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By Gourds, oh trampled by the sun
oh sexless for days
oh
