| There’s a trailer park
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| On the edge of the swamp
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| The air is cold
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| And the bedclothes damp
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| There’s not much chance
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| Of cutting loose
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| When you’re tied and tied
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| To your excuse
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| How can you dream
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| When you cannot sleep
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| The walls are thin
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| And your clothes are cheap
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| And you better get some rest
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| You’ve got two dead-end jobs to keep
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| Throw away your dreams my dear
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| The world we knew has disappeared
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| Kiss the kids before they go
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| Send them off to join a traveling show
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| Send them to the old-time medicine show
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| If your baby cries tonight
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| Will you make it sleep outside
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| You learn to lie before he reads
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| Family don’t bring guarantees
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| Out here we dream of better things
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| We let our wildest dreams have wings
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| When you don’t have far to fall
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| Dreams are better than them all
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| Throw away your dreams my dear
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| The world we knew has disappeared
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| Kiss the kids before they go
|
| Send them off to join a traveling show
|
| Send them to the medicine show
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| It’s getting dark
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| We better get down on our knees
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| There’s a trailer park
|
| On the edge of the swamp
|
| The air is cold
|
| And the bedclothes damp
|
| How can you dream
|
| When you cannot sleep
|
| The walls are thin
|
| And your clothes are cheap
|
| Throw away your dreams my dear
|
| The world we knew has disappeared
|
| Kiss the kids before they go
|
| Send them off to join a traveling show
|
| Send them to the old-time medicine show |