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Songs to the Grave

 

Those city lights weren’t quite as bright as your dreams

so you headed out west to the desert to see what it all means

A country boy headed to the sacred tree

you’re just an old country boy heading to the sacred tree

 

When you’re running around you find that you cannot escape

you think you’re ahead then you find that you’re in the same place

The screaming whispers inside of your head they say,

“My sweet angel, you’re taking those songs to the grave”

 

Well, Jimmie B. he asked us where you all were

while Ed and me played pool at the Turf Club

Ed said you boys were finding yourselves in the sand...

You know that red bandana you lost?

It’s still sitting at the corner of my bed

 

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