| I remember what my daddy taught me
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| 'bout how warm whiskey is in a cold ditch
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| And one more thing about good and evil
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| You can’t tell which is which
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| Well, if the rest is lost in history
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| Or maybe wasted on a fool like me
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| And that these bare bones
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| Would leave me something after all
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| Old Hamlet’s done now, dead and gone
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| And there’s no ghost who walks
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| Poor Yorik tells you everything he knows
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| With no tongue to talk
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| It seems the truth is hidden where the sun don’t shine
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| And I’m never certain if it’s theirs or mine
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| It’s just the bare bones
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| They give you that much after all
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| They preached the gospel down in Metairie
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| They preached it in school
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| It never made much sense to me
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| Wonder if it was supposed to
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| You go on down to Millionaires Road
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| Watch a while, tell me what you see
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| The truth itself, nothing but a gamble
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| It might or might not set you free
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| I guess, my old man was hard to read
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| And I don’t really know what I believed
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| But in these bare bones
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| There’s something lovely after all |