| He left home when she was seventeen, we came back to see her
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| She was older, cold and even mean, not like we remembered
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| Out along the old road where the Indian Paintbrush grows
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| She began to cry and said she wanted us to know
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| There were hard times when the family was broken
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| There were hard times then she lit up a smoke and said
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| Gonna open up my umbrella and keep it off of me
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| It’s so easy to go somewhere but so hard to leave
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| I move far away and still the memories find me there
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| When I hear the clock and see the dust come off the chair
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| There were hard times I don’t wanna remember
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| There were hard times and I don’t want to see you now
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| Let the wind and white sheet blow through the room
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| I can live with the ghosts but not with you
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| It was never so easy saying goodbye
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| Sitting at a bus stop waiting for euphoria
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| I’ve heard so much bad news today
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| I don’t think I can take anymore
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| Of the hard times shadows on the horizon
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| All the hard times rusty glow in the sunrise |