Plow Through The Mystic
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I'm going staight to hell
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and that's a well known fact
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just ask any hard shell and you'll be told
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I am measured by the color of my skin
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and whether or not I can turn silver into gold
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it's a long way over
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it's a long way over now
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left esperanza with a stone in my boot
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my manifesto way in the lead
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that I might make it out with most of my loot
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at least a couple of things that I might need
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oh my faith in tact
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oh my faith in delivery
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pulling my plow
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pulling my plow through the mystic
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I am turning around old friend
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so let me make this clear
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it's not this life or this old town that set me out
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just some of the people
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just some of the people
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that live around here
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there's plenty of dirt here on my hands as you can see
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from draggin' this chain in a gunny sack
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I like to believe in being free there to believe
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that jesus died and he ain't coming back
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not in the way you thought
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not in the way that they taught you
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not with the things you bought
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not any way that you thought you knew
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maybe I'm bound by my raising you say
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maybe I'm just a willing fool
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I got my flashlight and my shovel and my take
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and I am stubborn
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stubborn as a mule
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pulling my plow
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pulling my plow through the mystic
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Music & Lyrics by Jeff Black
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copyright 2011 Lotos Nile Music
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Plow Through The Mystic
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| Jeff Black |
