| Through the cane field come a lullaby
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| Say a prayer for the lost and the broken down
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| It don’t matter where you come from
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| You will end up being from the wrong town
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| I came up from Jackson Corner
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| Just to have me a drink and look around
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| I went back with Deacon’s daughter
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| She was looking for a way to get out of town
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| Everything gonna be alright
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| And the sun’s gonna shine tonight
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| Everybody gonna come my way
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| And we’ll understand it all one day
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| Caught a ride with pulpwood driver
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| He was drinking red liquor from the floorboard
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| Said he used to have a daughter
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| Now he don’t want to think about it any more
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| We went flying down a two lane
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| God knows why we did’t see the bridge out
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| She went down in yellow water
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| Now it’s all in the world I can think about
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| I had a dream
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| It didn’t make no sense
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| I saw myself tangled up in a barbed wire fence
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| Queen of England got a number
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| And they tell me she don’t go nowhere without it
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| Get in trouble, call the number
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| And you never hear another word about it |