I have stumbled on the plains, staggered in the wind
Stood
Well, I gave all my money to the banker this
The carnival is closed for the winter
The gates are full
River's on the rise, crows are in the skies
Look at
They call me the Crazy Lemon
I'm crazy, wild, free for
I'm ridin' through the middle of some godforsaken town
Dark figures
I keep my fingernails long
So they click when I play
Walkin' on the shore
Feelin' mighty bad
These have been the worst
Ol'
Leaving California, she is on my mind
I left her back
You sure look fine tonight, in the beer sign light
Why
Well, I left my home out on the Great High
I opened the blinds in a Texas Motel room
When the
If I have to lose you, to lose you
I'll forever
I'll be your fool, I'll be your lovin' loser
I'll be
Travelin' down this weary road
Travelin' down this weary road
Travelin' down
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