| Oh my my, oh I guess
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| That I’ve done my time, now I’ve laid to rest
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| There’s a campfire inside my soul
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| And it billows
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| And the sky was a thousand years old
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| Always kept time in my back pocket
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| No man, goddamn, came to take my soul
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| Shut the door, then lock it
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| And where have all of my friends gone
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| And where did all of my friends go
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| And where have all of my friends gone
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| They billow
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| Thought that I saw Jessi, she was sitting in a crowd
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| Thought that I saw Jessi, then I got to feeling proud
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| To ever have known someone so pretty and so sweet
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| Who every-time she sang a song it’d sweep me off me feet
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| But oh my my, oh I guess
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| That she did her time, now she’s laid to rest
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| There’s a campfire inside her soul
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| Still billows
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| Lay your head on my pillow
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| There’s a fire inside you, and that’s why you billow
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| Stay calm, stay calm, and give me your palm
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| A song, a song for you
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| I walked to town, devil one side of me
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| Held by an angel put poems inside of me
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| Down to my mouth said won’t you recite to me, okay
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| Every first Wednesday there goes that sound again
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| Sun’s going down and she’s a sundowner
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| Stay calm, stay calm, and give me your palm
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| Give me your palm, and I’ll sing you a song
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| Young kids smoke cigarettes out on the avenue
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| Sun’s going down so you might as well have a few
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| Hey who are you? |
| Did you hear the news?
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| Anthony’s dead, and Poor Richard too
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| They billow, they billow, and it makes me nervous
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| They whittled a fiddle from wood in our service
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| Now that it’s dusk, kids scatter the avenue
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| Hey who are you? |
| I’m a sundowner too |