B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby
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Four walls I built one winter
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She came to share my name
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For years we lived as lovers on the open plains
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Far off the heat wave shimmers
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Pipelines and the gasoline
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One day it all came running like a bad dream
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Fire, smoke-filled lungs
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I hope I'll be standing when the day is done
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We're
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Staring out at the red plains
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And we're hiding out from the smoke and the rage
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A lifetime living on the red plains
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Watching out as it all goes up in flames
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Get up on Sunday morning
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Repent for Friday night
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Don't let 'em tell you it's gonna be a fair fight
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I gave her clothes and a diamond
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She loved the things that shine
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But one day the gold and the silver get left behind
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Fire, smoke-filled rooms
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I hope I'll be standing when the day is through
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Staring out at the red plains
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And we're hiding out from the smoke and the rage
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A lifetime living on the red plains
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Watching out as it all goes up in flames
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The Red Plains
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| Bruce Hornsby |
