| Two flat tires on the Model T
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| Two birds fightin' for a worm
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| Faded squares like snowy TV screens
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| Where your photographs were hung
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| Keep Old Glory folded on a shelf
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| In a cabinet full of guns
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| Sell that engine block to someone else
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| Maybe they can make it run
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| How’d that calf get out beyond the fence?
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| How’d that hole get in your jeans?
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| Movie show was once but twenty cents
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| That mud there was once a stream
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| The moon is high, your nose is burnt
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| Your dog is gone.
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| Your mouth is dry, the milk is turned
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| But Barbara’s home.
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| Hand in hand you watch the sun go down
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| Colored lullabye of God
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| Barbara wears her mother’s old nightgown
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| Sleepin' with a nightlight on
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| White sheet blowin' on a short clothesline
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| New tree bendin' to the breeze
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| This clock’s beautiful but can’t keep time
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| What’s that scar on both your knees?
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| The moon is high, your nose is burned
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| Your dog is gone.
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| Your mouth is dry, the milk has turned
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| But Barbara’s home. |