| Something broke through the brindled soil
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| Rattling the grass
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| Spittin' like coal
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| My spade came down across his spine
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| A terrible fear flew across his eyes
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| I said we both have lives that we are owed
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| You can own an acre, but not what it grows
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| I gave no heed when I got in
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| Had bread and tea and then the beast got skinned
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| Diamond skin on a hickory post
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| Blowin' like a curse in the knee high rows
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| I never in my life had seen
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| The kind of rain we had that spring
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| A flood washed up every rainbow snake
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| And I was soon begging them to let me stay
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| They gave no heed when I got in
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| They said ''You can hunt hares in our garden
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| You can hunt hares in our garden''
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| Who will love a loveless thing
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| Betrayed by God, exiled by beast
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| I can hear you in the floorboards deep in the night
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| You could have freed me and redeemed your life |