It was a beautiful day
And the sun was a-shinin' high
Not
I'm diggin' my grave
I'm diggin' my grave
My road to hell
Well the song of the blackbird is mighty clear
On a
Well, I heard 6 shots ring out in succession and
You're mistaken if you think I'm gonna let you
drag
The summer wind is blowing westward
over the field of fresh
I've played in bars and nursing homes
And train stations out
Well, them loved ones who were paddlin' for that far
Well it's a God damn shame what's goin' down
How we
The wind blows hard up in whipoorwill hill
and the red
And the hammer swings high and comes down hard
Drive another
The old days are gone
the time goes so fast
Like the
Who stole the soul
And who stole the heart
And who took
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