I don't want to get up baby,
let's turn off
Looking for an angel
In these hills
Looking for a map to
Friday, payday, Lordy got to get away
Had it with
When the weight of world bears down so strong
You leave
my heart's grown cold
there's not much left
my blood won't turn
and
I was born in the heart of a hurricane season
What if i said yes
waht if i'd gone out that
We said, goodbye, tried a hand at magic
but we couldn't
Little Annie Vickers is boarding up windows
And her old dog
[1st Verse]
We drove all night to get to Corpus Christi
I been sittin' here staring
At the clock on the wall
And
The radiator says 95
But I ain't felt a drop of
Its written on our palm and its written on our
today is my birthday
and all that I want
is to dig
Snake oil and roses, pockets of dirt
Hands of a fortune
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