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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, Atlantic City I was busted
And the wind was bitter cold
Well,
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, You bring me sunshine
I bring you rain
You bring me smiles
I
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, You are a morning glory
Like sunlight on my face
You always
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, You got your fingers runnin' though my hair
I got my
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, Yeah don't you know I'm headed South
I've got two things
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, Look at you with your heart on a shelf
Sit at
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, the devil’s got a hot rod Ford
JESUS got a brand
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, The indian man lost all of his land in Oklahoma
A
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, Jenny come back from California
She said her mother's doing fine
Jenny
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, Jimmy was a small town kid
The only thing that
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, What is life it could be a million
It could be
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, Could you try to keep it down I was up
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, December it's usually a little colder
That's something that I'll learn
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, Been a lot of word floatin' 'round
'Bout what I do
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, On the front porch I light a cigarette
Watchin the fire
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, A long haired man came to my door
Wearing roman sandles,
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, Sittin' there with your hair all in your face
Tears are
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, Too scared to go to proud to run
Here’s your orders
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, I got a one hundred-dollar bill
It’s all shiny, crisp, and
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, ever since you went away
the sun hasn't been out to
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, smokin cigarettes, they got a hold of me
long about the
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, World on your shoulders
Lot on your brain
Enough to
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, I got a number in my pocket
Keep it in
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, New York City girl
Born and raised in South Queens
She goes
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, Welcome everybody to this place
You can pull up a chair
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, I was a wise man
I lived my life
As if tomorrow
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, If I knew where I was going, I might already
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, I had a heart big as Atlanta
Till I ran in
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, Getting tired of lookin' over my shoulder,
Tired of walkin' around
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By Cross Canadian Ragweed, My dad, he had a friend, lowdown till the end
Everything