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
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
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Well, it's two miles East to West
Only four
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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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