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I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi.
My girlfriend blows a boozy good-bye kiss.
I see flying squirrels and nightmares of...
Long about an hour before sunrise
she drags his body down to the edge of the swollen river
wrapped in a red velvet curtain...
Sunlight in the weeds...I wish that I was blind...to the ghosts
dancing in the breeze...blowing through my mind.
Got a Corvair...
Nothing's prettier than a pretty girl digging a heart shaped hole in the ground. Hear that sound? That's the fortress 'round your heart...
They tell me miracles abound now more than ever, but I don't care. They say it's better to be blessed than it is to be clever, but I don't...
Where in the world did you come from my dear?
Did some mysterious voice tell you I'd still be here? I bought this ticket to Mobile,...
Fools wind blowing up brown bible verses. Dust storm of memory. Truck stop reverie. 3 AM in my home town, not a soul stirring around. Mr....
Jesus and the fiery furnace.
Devil and the deep blue sea.
Preacher say I'm gonna burn in hell for all eternity.
But when...
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
I am a, two hours of...
I like to go out walking in the ghost-town of my brain.
Kick the rusted scrap-iron of my memories and dreams.
Yeah, here's...
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Bluebird on a telephone line. How are you? I'm feeling fine. Sweetly do I whisper your name. Lonely solo taxi ride to a
cheap motel on the wrong side of the tracks. The facts are tricky to explain. Cold front bearing down, blowing in from
Birmingham. By dawn the window's wet with icy rain. Behind fourteen doors, a sad parade of paramours are throwing little
white rocks at sorrow's window pane. Me, I've found someone to love more than the rain. Salvation Army ringing bell,
kingdom come and wishing wells. Hey Santa Claus I see your junkie eyes. It's the devil and the deep blue sea, with old
friends I hope I never see again all tangled up with misery and lies. The lonely hiss of passing cars feeds the ache of
ancient scars, like ghosts beneath my bed rattling chains. No good luck charm or remedy ever proved to soothe my sanity
nor bad medicine served to ease my pain. Had to find someone to love more than the rain. Now, old habits will die hard.
This pile of junk setting in my yard... souvenirs from the wrecking ball of dreams. You spend a lifetime tearing temples
down, it gets to feel like hallowed ground is a shallow grave where ne'er the bluebird sings. Last time home when I played
this song, you said \"Dad, it's sad, and way too long.\" And I pulled you close and held you in my arms. Yes, salvation
wears a thin disguise 'cause I can see the heaven in your eyes. And I thank God them years I searched were not in vain...
finally found someone to love more than the rain. Bluebird I love you more than the rain.
[Thanks to smartut@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
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