To you it's another day
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to me it's a grim reaping
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just another shooting star
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strung out on your wire
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prick my finger
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on his virgin silver
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he took me raw, Ginger -
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it carmelized me
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Tombigbee, Tombigbee
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help me hang these bones
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gotta hang these bones out to dry
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he loved me, he loved me, ravishingly, low
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gonna hang these bones out to dry
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dry, dry, dry
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oh, you do it, man
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Got a blackberry stain
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and they're not even in season
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if you're not yet a woman
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you got no business playing at this
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Tombigbee, Tombigbee
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help me hang these bones
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gotta hang these bones out to dry
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he loved me, he loved me, ravishingly, low
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gonna hang these bones out to dry
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dry, dry, dry
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oh, you do it, man
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so you get done
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then you get some
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sure enough, it won't hold you for long
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then you say "right.
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this is all mine"
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but hasn't your donor card expired
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from Blueridge to Cattail
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on the prairie
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from fly over country
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back through Mississippi
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I said go, man you go
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well you raise me twenty
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I'm raising you five
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hundred treaties signed by your father's lies
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just go man, you go
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cause I'm trailing her tears
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the ones you won't hold
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you roll me a carpet
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roll me a carpet, boy
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roll me a carpet from here to Oklahoma
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Tombigbee, Tombigbee
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help me hang this bone
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gotta hang these bones out to dry
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he loved me, he loved me, ravishingly, low
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gonna hang these bones out to dry
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to dry, dry, dry
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I'll do again
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