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By Grant Lee Phillips, Won't you please let me go?
These words lie inside they
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Always friend
Always friend
Still some fences
We may never mend
In our
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By Grant Lee Phillips, I would say I'm sorry if I thought that it
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Drunk on the blood of a hero's welcome, babe
Ringin' in
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Chain lightning, young lions
Come thundering a dancing town
Chain lightning, come
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By Grant Lee Phillips, You better run, you better run
You better run and run,
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Casanova broke ya
Just like china
He was smooth as southern Blue
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Oh boy, makin? noise for the love of Buddy Holly
My
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Buddy some Topeka night
When it’s just you and the road
Seen
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Brown doves on the wire, do they ever tire
Up in
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By Grant Lee Phillips, In South Carolina, there are many tall pines
I remember the
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Set your wooden horses to roam
In the dust, come galloping
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By Grant Lee Phillips, I often dream of trains when I'm alone
I ride on
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Johnny Guitar you wanna feel good
Johnny Guitar you wanna flail
Hop
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Oh the slough winds all serpentine
Full of black delta peat
Yellow
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Oh, you rush and you run
To the ends of the
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Hey, she’s a piratey soul
Full a' vinagar and glitter
She is
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By Grant Lee Phillips, There's an army on the dance floor
It's a fashion with
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By Grant Lee Phillips, You're the last of your kind, Mona Lisa
With a wink
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Nothing gonna break heart your today
Nothing gonna steal your light
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Suns burn away, starlight exploding
There will come a day when
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Gutter trickle, bombast, a gunpowder wind
Wanna let it all sink
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By Grant Lee Phillips, All my funny pages, cartoon Saturdays ago
Carved my number in
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By Grant Lee Phillips, You take the air in
You take the whole room in,
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By Grant Lee Phillips, What do you want that you can?t have
So high on
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers
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By Grant Lee Phillips, In your soft asylum come to vanish again
When your thoughts
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Shangri-La out on the West side
In the blinding night, oh
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Sussana Little
Sussana Little
Gone ‘fore I ever arrived
Questions that stream through
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By Grant Lee Phillips, Procession moves on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory