| Ivy creepin’up the old gravestone
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| Ivy creepin’up the old gravestone
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| Willow tree swayin’like a ghost 'neath the yellow moon
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| That big black train is moanin’in the stockyard
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| That big black train is moanin’in the stockyard
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| Devil bury daddy down deep in hell
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| The last time i saw him, he was dead drunk
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| Leavin’in a box car
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| I’m one mean orphan hitchin’through the badlands
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| I’m one mean orphan hitchin’through the badlands
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| With a cracked and faded picture of the man i call dad
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| When i find you, you’re gonna know it You’re gonna sleep right next to your wife, man
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| I’m gonna teach you a lesson your kid has learned
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| Never go back on your word
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| I never knew my dad
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| But i still want to meet him
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| I’m gonna tell that man,
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| «there is some blood on your hands»
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| I never knew my dad
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| But i still want to meet him
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| I’m gonna tell that man
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| Whether you loved us or not
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| Garbage is stuff you throw out
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| Can’t stop coughin’and my hat’s filled with rain
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| Can’t stop coughin’and my hat’s filled with rain
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| I got hunger burnin'
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| Like a fever in my brain
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| Ma got frail and i watched her suffer
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| Ma got frail and i watched her suffer
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| Now she’s dead and her blood’s on your hands
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| I swore to her i’d hunt you down and bury you
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| Right next to her on our land
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| I never knew my dad
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| But i still want to meet him
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| I’m gonna show that man
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| Whether you loved us or not
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| Garbage is stuff you throw out
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| I’m just the son you don’t want |