| The air is getting hotter
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| There’s a rumbling in the skies
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| I’ve been wading through the high muddy water
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| With the heat rising in my eyes
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| Every day your memory grows dimmer
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| It doesn’t haunt me like it did before
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| I’ve been walking through the middle of nowhere
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| Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
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| When I was in Missouri
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| They would not let me be
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| I had to leave there in a hurry
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| I only saw what they let me see
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| You broke a heart that loved you
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| Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
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| I’ve been walking that lonesome valley
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| Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
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| People on the platforms
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| Waiting for the trains
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| I can hear their hearts a-beating
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| Like pendulums swinging on chains
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| I tried to give you everything
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| That your heart was longing for
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| I’m just going down the road feeling bad
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| Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
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| I’m going down the river
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| Down to New Orleans
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| They tell me everything is gonna be all right
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| But I don’t know what «all right» even means
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| I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane
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| Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore
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| I been all around the world, boys
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| Now I’m trying to get to heaven before they close the door |