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JANUARY 6
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Waiting for the lozenge to clear yer throat
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So you can stand up and say all the words you wrote
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All along the fences, all along the lines
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Yer gumption's fading and the honeysuckle's dyin'
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Honeysuckle's dyin' and the birds all cry
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Rain around the houses, rain around the limbs
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Everything yer hating is everything you been
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So pass around the roses, shiny up the bell
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How dry I once was there ain't no tung can tell
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Twist another ashbone, make it phat and loose
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Apply the isopropyl and play that ol' gray goose
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All along the fences, all along the lines
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Yer gumption's fading and the honeysuckle's dyin'
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Honeysuckle's dyin' and the birds all cry
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JANUARY 6
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| The Gourds |
