the big man ain't so big no more
he's curled up
Last night i dreamt of flying
over hill sides in the
Well I take my shoes when I walk in her
an endA suburban catastropheIt's time to start mourning the deathof
(Naydock)
Ten times I stopped by
'Cause she said to stop by
Nine
(Naydock, Palladino)
With flu
I dream of you
In light as blue as
(alexander)
martha's wearing blue jeans
and she's praying for the poor
two midg
Town clock stopped tickin', but it ain't broken
Got a
(Smith)
Well I ain't no man, no I ain't no man
I
(Alexander)
There was a man who sang the blues
No one could
Her parents house exudes a reborn airThe bathtub virgins in
(Alexander/Badlees)
(Chorus)
There must be angels of mercy
Lookin' down on
(Feltenberger, Yashinsky)
We live for the mountains
'Cause the mountains give u
A lot of folks do well enough leavin' well enough
Pity my brotherFor how he's suffered meThrough nameless townsAnd cold
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