| Jackson’s down in a hole in Wyoming
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| He had a wife once, or at least that’s what he told me
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| Drank his last one when he felt the walls start foldin' in
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| And his old car got thirty-five tears-a-mile 'til he had to fill her up again
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| Mary had a baby named Earnest
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| She carried him over by the furnace
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| And buried the feelings that burn us all
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| Earnest, he grew up just like his dad, a little wild and a little tall
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| Earnest, he has dreams about his father
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| Standin' up against a mountain full of water
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| Well he bares his chest and the mountains grow taller and black
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| And they split wide and wash old Jackson south and the burden off of Mary’s back
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| Nothin’s gonna break these blues
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| Wakin' up to the Colorado news
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| Nothin’s gonna break these blues
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| Wakin' up to the Colorado news |