There was a woman who sewed her man to the bed
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Took a baseball bat so she could talk to him instead
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Well it didn't take too long so he would never hurt her again
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Roland had a dream of making big news
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Bought a stick of dynamite and he lit the fuse
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And on his CB radio told his friends it was time to go
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Boom
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He made the front page the very next day
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There was a boy called little Jesu
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Couldn't move his hands or feet or talk back to you
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Just sat there sleeping awake
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And everybody in the town would drop by and fill his ears
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With the things that were bringing them down
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Said he was the best listener in town
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Sometimes it takes us by surprise when it's a strange crooked road
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Sometimes it takes us way too long when it's a strange crooked road
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You woke up this morning asking what's going down
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Wondered if your feet would do any good to the ground
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But under your pillows are stories that keep us from getting cold
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And out of the desert came the messenger man
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Million words and a cigar in his hands
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Told me if I talked to the sky he would give us this song
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'Cause it's a strange crooked road
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Sometimes it takes us by surprise when it's a strange crooked road
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Strange Crooked Row
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Patrick Watson |