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Well if both of these horses just a lay up and die, |
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He thinks to himself as he stares into the sun. |
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His companion's been bleedin' and is weepin' to himself, |
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Thinking oh my sweet sue, |
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I won't be a comin' home now. |
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As them train tracks keep runnin' up that ever gentle slope, |
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Margaret Anne hangs her head, |
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And just keeps wondering what's good. |
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Her companions been bleedin' and is weepin' to himself |
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Thinking oh my sweet sue, |
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I won't be a comin' home now. |
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That day that the rain came and just rose the flag of war, |
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Mother Jones lays in bed, his children lyin' on the floor. |
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And she got by, standin' in the churchyard singing hallelujah, |
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Sweepin' out the bats from the bells of her voice. |
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Who is she? |
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I am the river and |
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I will take you to the see. |
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And we got by, |
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Floating, in the water singing, hallelujah, |
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Waiting, on the lord, |
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To bring us back home. |
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You left us too soon, |
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And I, I know what you'll do. |
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Someone knocks in the back at the door. |
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Oh, Why'd you come? |
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Were you lookin' for more? |
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Don't speak. |
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Then the sharp steel rattle of your head on the floor. |
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Oh, it got lost in the sound of the war. |
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Don't stay. |
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Someone knocks in the back at the door. |
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Oh, Why'd you come? |
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Were you lookin' for more? |
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Don't speak. |
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Then the sharp steel rattle of your head on the floor. |
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Oh, it got lost in the sound of the war. |
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Don't leave. |
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And, oh, you left us too soon. |
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Now there's two men ridin' up, |
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Both wonderin' who is he. |
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One says sir, |
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I've observed you ridin' up behind'a me. |
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Now them children hear em headed up around the bend, |
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Crying, Ma, best come on, here come our fathers back to bed. |
