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I look at the sky |
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I see an airplane as it flies |
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Is this the way they said Jesus came? |
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Gone through St. Louis |
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Gone straightaway |
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And I hear the winter will cut you quick |
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If tears were liquor I'd have drunk myself sick |
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Woman are you home? |
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A house of cards, a frame of bones |
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Here I am earthly bound |
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Said hallelujah I'm going down |
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And the River Jordan is deep and wide |
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I think I see forever across on the other side |
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I look at the sky |
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I see a nightbird as it flies |
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Over the old bent cherry trees |
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Shivering in a row |
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Down here the winter will cut you quick |
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These tears are liquor and I've drunk myself sick |
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And the dead of winter will cut you quick |
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These tears are liquor and I've drunk myself sick |