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Plowin' these fields in the hot summer sun Over by the gate lordy here she comes With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea I make a little room and she climbs on up Open up the throttle and stir a little dust Just look at her face
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As he came into the window Was a sound of a crescendo He came into her apartment He left the bloodstains on the carpet She was sitting at the table He could see she was unable So she ran into the bedroom She was struck down It was her doom Are you OK
She thinks I still care Just because I asked a friend about her Just because I spoke her name somewhere Just because I rang her number by mistake today She thinks I still care Just because I haunt the same old places Where the memory of her lingers e
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The Morning Of Smooth Sailing Lately I have noticed change, Like a vessel overcome by waves. Except our anchor's down, As we make paradise clear. Oh, how the years have passed, Progression's fast, but it never last, Long enough for us to steer. I am