| Oh won’t you search with me up through the mountain
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| Digging through a junk pass most of my life
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| And I never felt nothing, but something to do
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| And I’m doing alright now, I’m digging with you
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| You’re doing in Fresno by coming down fast?
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| I ran out of ways of making it last
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| So I case round the highs, I was saying nighty night
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| And I couldn’t find nothing but a broken flashlight
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| My auntie drove up in a old pickup truck
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| By the end of the driveway she’s picking through junk
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| I stand but I asked her how much for that light?
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| She said it ain’t for sale, 'cause I need it tonight
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| Oh this is the time when the scavengers roam
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| She pointed to jump as in front of each home
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| Said come with me, search for lie of your own
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| And we’ll meet my friends and we can get stoned
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| I said nice to meet you and I looked in her eyes
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| She was bout lovely 40, she looked more like 65
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| A mother and a daughter with some stories to tell
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| 20 years searching refuge for some usage she could sell
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| She spoke of the son, she’s left him with the sister when he was only 9
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| But she still sends him letters letters letters from time to time
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| But he never writes back, no he never writes back
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| Said I’m sure he’s fine
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| You say you will keep his football,
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| I said maybe that’s what we’ll find
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| Oh won’t you dig with me all through the night
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| Digging for something most of my life
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| And I never found nothing but something to do
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| I’m doin alright now, digging with you
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| We just drowned our suburbs, California laid to waste
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| Although at times stay steady steady, through the tides of our taste
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| We found a cabbage patched all, a pack of playin cards
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| A toy Superman cape
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| And she cut up all her drugs on a dress and her 3 legs
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| A circle of trucks like an indian camp
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| I eat your amphetamines and everybody danced
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| Eye of fire, we’re building it
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| Torn over trash
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| Slacking off and on a place
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| And had a Halloween mask
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| And a ray gun with a broken trigger
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| Some dark sun glasses
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| Oh won’t you dig with me all through the night
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| Digging for something most of my life
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| And I never found nothing but something to do
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| I’m doin alright now, digging with you
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| Yea I think of the stories I promised to tell
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| I know in me nothing but I hope you’re well
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| I’m sorry my letter, it hasn’t come still
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| But I never wrote you and I never will
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| Oh won’t you dig with me all through the night
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| Digging for something most of my life
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| And I never found nothing but something to do
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| I’m doin alright now, digging with you |