| When I was courted by the loved and reckless
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| I made my case to the highest names
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| But they drowned me out in hallelujahs
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| All deaf, all deaf with praise
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| Just where you think I would, I found my circus
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| In the dim light of a west-town bar
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| Shouting benedictions out to feed our fire
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| «Amen, amen, what men we are»
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| And as the oak and the smoke rings paint you
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| In a glow of Van Dyke Brown
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| To see you dance so free, I can’t heart nothing
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| «Hey boys, hey boys, man down»
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| You said I suit you like a farmer’s armor
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| And fields that call his mind away
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| And how you heal from an orphan’s sorrow
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| Oh, as rains wash away the grey
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| 'Cause I was lost like a politician
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| Caught up in a game of tug of war
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| When I found my feet slipping
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| Found myself wishing
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| I knew what it was that I ever stood for
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| But then you cool and I’m just my mother
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| Try to reshape me and I’m just my father
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| And all of the songs I learned
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| Before I forgot them
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| Now when the day comes
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| That I am lowered
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| In a case of Van Dyke Brown
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| Wanna hear my circus shouting out in benediction
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| Wanna hear them singing all deaf with praise
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| Wanna see you dancing in the glow of sundown
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| All around, all around
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| So free, so free
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| All around my grave
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| All around my grave |