Down the hill
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Through the light
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Past the city jail
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I watch and walk
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Every night
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I wondered who to tell
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How can I tell my father?
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He¡¯s been gone all these years
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I couldn¡¯t tell my father
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I couldn¡¯t bear the tears
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I was lost
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In a rage
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Didn¡¯t ever mean to be
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Now the cost
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Has set the stage
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And it will bury me
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These Years
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| Robert Earl Keen |
