There's an oil well down on Johnson's Road
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Where we'd go to be alone
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I never thought I'd go there by myself
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I stood there callin' out your name
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No one answered, just the same
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The silence speaks for itself
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Well, I've been high and I've been low
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And I've walked through the fires of hell
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Are you comin' back, Lord? I don't know
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I guess the silence speaks for itself
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The last time you talked to me
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I did all the talkin', now I see
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You were tellin' me there was someone else
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What I'd give to hear your voice
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But I'm not given any choice
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'Cause the silence speaks for itself
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Well, I've been high and I've been low
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And I've walked through the fires of hell
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Are you comin' back, Lord? I don't know
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I guess the silence speaks for itself
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Well, I've been high and I've been low
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And I've walked through the fires of hell
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Are you comin' back, Lord? I don't know
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I guess the silence speaks for itself
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I guess the silence
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The Silence Speaks For Itself
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| Clay Walker |
