There were seventeen cars out in my back yard,
The
Blackie and the Rodeo King
they were just good friends
Her bed was made of feathers
Her heart was made
(Fearing/White)
I was born to be a traveler, I must have
Tonight she's climbing up the hill
To rip the lights
Turn my back on no man's gun
Likewise with anyone
Baby if I'd have been a gambler
it might have
I don't want to know about evil
I only want
I came down from Thessalon
Toronto's not my home
I
She never thinks about me when I'm here
She only
Once there was a miner
who held down his job
I?m ugly, I?m lazy
I?m always there to take the blame
I?m
There's a storm raging over the city
Lightning flashing, cars
You became one of the lonely
When all your heroes turned
(Linden/Powers)
Stand up and take it like a man
You're spitting out
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