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Saddle up that old grey mare for me |
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I wanna ride until these eyes of mine can't see |
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I never really feel like looking very much anymore |
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And nothing really matters till it's closer than the house next door... |
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People talk a lot, but they can never find the heart and the soul |
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To put a lot of time into more than just a search for gold |
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The river's flowing dirty and it's moving down to |
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Pass Christian |
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There used to be a time when it's water was a healing hand... |
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CHORUS Born too late and everything you know is gone, gone |
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Born too late and everything you know is wrong |
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I've got a wife in |
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Cleveland and she hates my guts |
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And everything about her's a reflection of what drove me nuts |
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I stopped to buy a beer inside the trading post and lost my keys that somber wooden indian by the door began to laugh at me... |
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CHORUS My silver |
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Catalina's busy rusting in the cool night air he's only got a few more miles beneath his hood out there |
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I stood a while beside him and |
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I thought about his thirst for oil |
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I thought about his greed for speed and how we've all got spoiled |
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CHORUS/CHO |
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