| Well, the birds were talking all at once
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| and the old man mowing down his lawn
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| he didn’t look like much too bad a guy
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| And I was thinkin' Hang on, man, something’s wrong
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| your blues seems to be gone
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| heaven ain’t bad but you don’t get nothing done.
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| Lay down your head a while
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| you are not needed now
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| you are not needed now
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| Well, Allison laid a hex on me
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| and every time I turn around
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| it’s swimming through the air above my bed
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| I told Miss Higgs and she said fine
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| as long as you’re back in your room on time
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| I keep you clean and the girls will keep you fed
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| Lay down your head with mine
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| you are not needed now
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| and we got things to do
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| Between the blankets made of wool
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| the trains roll by every half an hour
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| and the body can get no restin' done, that’s true
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| so I do my best, as best I can
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| thinkin' big and making plans
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| and wondering where them trains are rolling to
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| Lay down your head poor boy
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| and feel how the ground does move
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| and hear how them drivers sing
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| Well, goodbye friends, it’s time to close
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| everybody knows that’s the way it goes |
| where was it you lived in case I’m ever there
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| Well, three doors down and two behind
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| and it gets a little bit out of hand sometimes
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| don’t let it fool you into thinkin' you down care
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| Lay down your head and fly
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| I’ll quietly pass you by
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| you won’t even see me go
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| If I thought about it long enough
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| I just might make some kind of move
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| watchful lies are too hard on the soul
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| With the smoke house just across the way
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| and it’s fog upon the light of day
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| that would be hard comin' up with where to go
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| Lay down your head poor boy
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| feel how the ground does move
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| hear how them drivers sing
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| What now, my darling one
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| go find a little fun
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| you are not needed now |