| She reads the leaves, and she leads the life
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| That she learned so well from the old wives
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| It’s so strange to arrange it, you know I wouldn’t change it
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| But hear me if you’re near me, can I just rearrange it?
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| The watchman covers me with his remedy
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| I can’t see and it’s hard to feel
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| I think his magic might be real
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| I can’t get to you from your garden gate
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| You know it’s always locked by the magistrate
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| Now, he don’t care why you cry, you know he thinks it’s just a lie
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| To get out, I don’t doubt that you’d make a try
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| If the good times get you through
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| I know the dogs won’t bother you
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| We’ll be gone in moonshine time
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| I’ve got a place they’ll never find
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| You know I do believe in your hexagram
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| But can you tell me how they all knew the plan?
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| Did you trip or slip on their gifts, you know we’re just a con?
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| You knew it, why’d you do it, I’ve been hiding in the dark
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| Now I must be on my way
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| I guess you really have to stay
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| Inside the mission wall
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| Down in Modock, Arkansas |