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The hole
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by Townes Van Zandt
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The old woman finally caught me
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Sneakin' 'round her cave
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Her hair looked just like barbwire, boys
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and her smile just like the grave
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She asked me could I stay awhile
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I said I'd better go
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She slid her arm around my neck
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and sweetly whispered no
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It's cold and dark and lonely here
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as soon enough you'll see
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I'm oh so glad you stumbled in
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I've been cravin' company
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I cannot stay too long you know
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I left some friends at home
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Don't you fret about your friends
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Down here we're all alone
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What about my mother
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I can't just leave her there to mourn
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You don't have to think about her
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Just forget you were ever born
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I'll disappoint my father
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you know he worked so hard for me
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If you have to pay your father back
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Just send him some misery
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I'll miss, I said, a girl I know
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I can't just leave there to pine
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she's still got plenty of men to go
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I'm sure she'll do just fine
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What about my little boy
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She said, he's just like you
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Let a few short years roll by
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He'll end up down here too
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Then her pale green eyes began to glow
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she placed her hand on mine
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she smiled and said don't worry
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you'll get used to me in time
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As her cold tongue flickered toward
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I spun myself around
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made a dive for the passageway
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but the walls come crashing down
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Now her eyes were the only light
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my fevered brain could see
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but I tore myself away from them
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and fell down to my knees
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I've come too far, I can't get back
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I beseeched the Gods of men
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fame and fortune just laughed at me
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then silence once again
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A whisper deep within
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embrace the God of Love
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I lifted my face and through the tears
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I saw light fall from above
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I hurled myself into the wall
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I ripped and clawed my way
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through the stinkin', clingin' loam
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back to the light of day
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I crawled out into the wind again
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the sky upon my face
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I heard the earth sigh patiently
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as it slid back into place
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Now I'm back among the ones I love
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I'm loved by them in turn
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and it's only on the darkest night
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that green eyed memory burns
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So walk my friends, in the light of day
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don't go sneakin' 'round no holes
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there justmight be something down there
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wants to gobble up your soul
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The hole
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Townes Van Zandt |