There's a rainbow of babies
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Draped over the graveyard
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Where all the dead sailors
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Wait for their brides
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And the cold bitter snow
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Has strangled each grassblade
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Where the salt from their tears
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Washed out with the tide
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[Chorus:]
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And I smiled on the Wabash
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The last time I passed it
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Yes I gave her a wink
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From the passenger side
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And my foot fell asleep
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As I swallowed my candy
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Knowing he was in heaven
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Before he died
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Now the harbor's on fire
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With the dreams and desires
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Of a thousand young poets
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Who failed 'cause they tried
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For a rhyme without reason
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Floats down to the bottom
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Where the scavengers eat 'em
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And wash in with the tide
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[Chorus]
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The sun can play tricks
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With your eyes on the highway
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The moon can lay sideways
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Till the ocean stands still
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But a person can't tell
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His best friend he loves him
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Till time has stopped breathing
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You're alone on the hill
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[Chorus]
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He Was In Heaven Before He Died
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| John Prine |
