Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you
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Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you
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There's just one kind of flavor I'll ask for you
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You can see that my grave is kept clean.
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And there's two white horses following me
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And there's two white horses following me
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I got two white horses following me
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Waiting on my burying ground.
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Did you ever hear that coffin sound
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Did you ever hear that coffin sound
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Did you ever hear that coffin sound
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Means another poor boy is under the ground.
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Did you ever hear them church bells toll
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Did you ever hear them church bells toll
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Did you ever hear them church bells toll
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Means another poor boy is dead and gone.
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And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
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And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
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And my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold
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And I believe what the father told.
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And there's one last flavor I'll ask for you
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And there's one last flavor I'll ask for you
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And just one last flavor I'll ask for you
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You can see that my grave is kept clean.
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See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
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| Bob Dylan |
