Who'll walk me down to church when I'm sixty years of age
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When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave
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And senorita play guitar, play it just for you
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My rosary has broken and my beads have all slipped through
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You've hung up your great coat and you've laid down your gun
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You know the war you fought in wasn't too much fun
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And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun
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I've no wish to be living sixty years on
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Yes I'll sit with you and talk let your eyes relive again
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I know my vintage prayers would be very much the same
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And Magdelena plays the organ, plays it just for you
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Your choral lamp that burns so low when you are passing through
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And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun
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I've no wish to be living sixty years on
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Sixty Years On
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Brandi Carlile |