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By townes van zandt |
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Well, the birds were talking all at once |
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And the old man mowing down his lawn |
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He didn't look like much too bad a guy |
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And i was thinkin' hang on, man, something's wrong |
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Your blues seems to be gone |
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Heaven ain't bad but you don't get nothing done. |
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Lay down your head a while |
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You are not needed now |
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You are not needed now |
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Well, allison laid a hex on me |
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And every time i turn around |
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It's swimming through the air above my bed |
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I told miss higgs and she said fine |
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As long as you're back in your room on time |
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I keep you clean and the girls will keep you fed |
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Lay down your head with mine |
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You are not needed now |
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And we got things to do |
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Between the blankets made of wool |
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The trains roll by every half an hour |
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And the body can get no restin' done, that's true |
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So i do my best, as best i can |
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Thinkin' big and making plans |
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And wondering where them trains are rolling to |
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Lay down your head poor boy |
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And feel how the ground does move |
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And hear how them drivers sing |
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Well, goodbye friends, it's time to close |
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Everybody knows that's the way it goes |
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Where was it you lived in case i'm ever there |
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Well, three doors down and two behind |
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And it gets a little bit out of hand sometimes |
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Don't let it fool you into thinkin you down care |
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Lay down your head and fly |
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I'll quietly pass you by |
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You won't even see me go |
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If i thought about it long enough |
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I just might make some kind of move |
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Watchful lies are too hard on the soul |
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With the smoke house just across the way |
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And it's fog upon the light of day |
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That would be hard comin' up with where to go |
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Lay down your head poor boy |
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Feel how the ground does move |
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Hear how them drivers sing |
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What now, my darling one |
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Go find a little fun |
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You are not needed now |
