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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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