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There was a woman who sewed her man to the bed |
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Took a baseball bat so she could talk to him instead |
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Well it didn't take too long so he would never hurt her again |
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Roland had a dream of making big news |
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Bought a stick of dynamite and he lit the fuse |
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And on his CB radio told his friends it was time to go |
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Boom |
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He made the front page the very next day |
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There was a boy called little Jesu |
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Couldn't move his hands or feet or talk back to you |
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Just sat there sleeping awake |
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And everybody in the town would drop by and fill his ears |
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With the things that were bringing them down |
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Said he was the best listener in town |
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Sometimes it takes us by surprise when it's a strange crooked road |
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Sometimes it takes us way too long when it's a strange crooked road |
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You woke up this morning asking what's going down |
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Wondered if your feet would do any good to the ground |
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But under your pillows are stories that keep us from getting cold |
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And out of the desert came the messenger man |
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Million words and a cigar in his hands |
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Told me if I talked to the sky he would give us this song |
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'Cause it's a strange crooked road |
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Sometimes it takes us by surprise when it's a strange crooked road |
