out in the trees, dirt on our knees
we laid him
i wish, i wish my baby was born
sittin' on her
well in my time of dying
i don't want nobody to
If I wanted to say to you
That I wanted to
the way your mind works
drivin' so fast, carving your way
through
Took a walk in my neighborhood
It was two in the
Well I feel like an old hobo
I'm sad, lonesome
some blues are just blues, mine are the
lonesome blues
some blues
if you ever get lonesome
and you're down in san antone
just
well i ain't gonna marry
neither settle down
i'm gonna sit right
Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking
Let’s play this one out, until it explodes
Into a thousand
I'll be the wind in your leaves
The warmth of the
All the dogs are haunted
And the snow melts on the
Out in the trees, dirt on our knees
We laid him
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