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Well the song of the blackbird is mighty clear |
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On a mornin' such as this |
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And all those useless pains & fears |
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Those things that I won't miss |
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And the Morning Glories and Queen Anne's lace |
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Baptized by the wind |
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These inspirations are my saving grace |
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In these times we're living in |
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Make a hard man humble |
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Make a proud woman hide |
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Her eyes from the light of day |
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When all the crops have withered and died |
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And the soil has blown away |
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The ground is so dry |
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The river's on its hands and knees |
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And I hear that tune in the breeze |
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The crow is callin' and I hear him well |
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Up in the red bud tree |
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Any the stories that you've lived to tell |
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Pass 'em down to me |
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Whisper the truth |
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Into your childrens ears |
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Let them know |
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Let them understand |
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Let them hear |
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The song of the blackbird is mighty loud |
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Through the evening mist |
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The moon is up and it looks so proud |
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Lookin' down on a night, on a night like this |
