| Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
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| Oh baby bake me something sweet
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| Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
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| Oh baby give me bread to eat
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| There are places in the damp Northwest where
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| The bodies lie down head to feet
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| There were losses in the California sunshine
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| Tell you stories that you can’t repeat
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| In the winter when the valley’s flooded
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| Those were times where the rooms were cheap
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| The summer dirt lines the corner’s of your pockets
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| I’m still buried there ten feet deep
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| Papa don’t place this curse on me
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| Heaven knows I can’t use it
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| Papa don’t place this stone on me
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| Mama there’s no future in it
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| We travel on the back roads lightly
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| Through Castle City and through the hills beyond
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| Me and Joan on the Sacramento
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| Me and Joan this is where we’re from
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| Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
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| Oh baby bake me something sweet
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| Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
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| Oh baby give me bread to eat
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| Papa don’t place this curse on me
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| Heaven knows I can’t use it
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| Papa don’t place this curse on me
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| Mama there’s no future in it
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| Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
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| Oh baby bake me something sweet
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| Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman
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| Oh baby give me bread to eat
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| Oh honey where’s the colours of the springtime?
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| The pale green of an organdy dress
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| Her shadow grows in the California sunshine
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| But nothing else in the south south-west |