| Six o’clock silence
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| Of a new day beginning
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| Is heard in the small Texas town
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| Like a signal from nowhere
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| The people who live there
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| Are up and moving around
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| 'Cause there’s bacon to fry
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| And there’s biscuits to bake
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| On the stove that the Salvation Army won’t take
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| And you open the windows
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| And you turn on the fan
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| 'Cause it’s hotter than hell
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| When the sun hits the land
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| Walter and Fanny
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| Well they own the grocery
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| That sell most all that you need
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| They’ve been up and working
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| Since early this morning
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| They’ve got the whole village to feed
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| Well they put out fresh eggs
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| And throw bad ones away
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| That rotted because
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| Of the heat yesterday
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| The store is all dark
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| So you can’t see the flies
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| That settle on round steak
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| And last Monday’s pies
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| Sleepy Hill’s drugstore
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| And the cafe are open
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| The coffee is bubbling hot
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| 'Cause the folks that ain’t working
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| Gonna sit there 'til sundown
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| And talk about what they ain’t got
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| Someone just threw a clutch
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| In the old pickup truck
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| It seems like they’re riding
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| On a streak of bad luck
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| The doctor bills came
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| And the well has gone dry
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| Seems their grown kids don’t care
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| Whether they live or die |