Dave Alvin
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(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI, Administered by Bug Music)
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I hope this letter finds you
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Wherever you may be
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¡®Cause I mailed some awhile back
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And they were all returned to me
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Ain¡¯t nothin¡¯ I can tell you ¡®bout the hometown
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Everything changes, but nothing¡¯s new
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Just Sunday night at the kitchen table
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Finishin¡¯ a beer and thinkin¡¯ of you.
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And I still work the same job
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Just live with my mom for free
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¡®Cause ever since the old man passed on
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It just got harder to leave.
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Well I heard a rumor that you got married
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Though you swore that you never would
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I guess you finally got your own kids now
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You ever tell ¡®em ¡®bout the old neighborhood?
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Like the time we stole your dad¡¯s car
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Drove all night down Imperial Highway
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You kept sayin¡¯ ¡°Maybe we should turn around,¡±
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And I said ¡°It don¡¯t take much to get away.¡±
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But I still work the same job
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Just live with my mom for free
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¡®Cause ever since the old man passed on
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It just got harder to leave.
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Guess that¡¯s all that I¡¯ve got to tell you
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I guess things turned out how they¡¯re meant to be
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I just hope that this letter finds you
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But until then I¡¯ll just keep it with me.
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And I still work the same job
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Just live with my mom for free
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¡®Cause ever since the old man passed on
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It just got harder to leave.
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From a Kitchen Table
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| Dave Alvin |
