Elizabeth
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That thundercloud is creeping up the Empire Hill
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There's shadows on the overpass
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And puddles in the old dirt path
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Peoria
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Lay silent still in the belly of the overgrown
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All quiet on the open plain
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Footprints to the family plot
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Where evermore will restless sorrow sleep
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In a broken heap
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Cemetery Guns go bang bang bang
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Shooting all the sky full of holes
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Twenty-one times in row
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For the blue war widow in the gray raincoat
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On the green grass down below
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Elizabeth
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Our fathers came and settled where the ground was flat
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Drew water from the Indian wells
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Cut timber from the rolling fells
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Grandaddy-o
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Bled hearth and home for oiling the company gears
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No rest for the errant ones
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Godspeed their reckless sons
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Who evermore play their forefathers' hands
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On the foreign sands
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Cemetery Guns go bang bang bang
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Shooting all the sky full of holes
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Twenty-one times in row
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For the blue war widow in the gray raincoat
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On the green grass down below
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Cemetery Guns
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| Fountains Of Wayne |
